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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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MAY  26 1936 


PSALMS,    HYMNS,    AND 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  : 

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SELECTED  AND  DESIGNED 

FOR    THE    USE    OF 

THE    CHURCH    UNIVERSAL, 

IN    PUBLIC    AND    PRIVATE     DEVOTION. 
WITH 

AN     APPENDIX, 

CONTAINING    THE  ORIGINAL  HYMNS    OMITTED  IN   THE 
LAST    EDITION. 


Whoso  offereth  praise,  glorifieth  me.  Psalm  I.  13. 

Therefore  shall  the  people  praise  Thee.  Psalm  xlv.  17. 

Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  O  God,— let  all  the  people  praise  Thee.  O  let 
the  nations  be  glad,  and  sing  for  joy,  for  thou  shalt  judge  the  people 
righteously,  and  govern  the  nations  upon  earth.  Psalm  Txvii.  3,  4. 


BOSTOjV  : 
PUBLISHED   BY    MUNROE,  FRANCIS,  &  PARKER, 

NO.    4,    CORNHILL. 

1808, 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2012  with  funding  from 

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PREFACE. 


A  new  edition  of  the  Collection  of  Hymns  for  the  usr 
of  the  Universal  Church  being  required,by  the  entire  sale 
of  all  the  co/iies  of  the  former  impression^  it  may  be  pro- 
per to  give  a  short  account  of  the  work. 

In  the  year  1792,  "  the  First  Universal  Church  in 
Boston,  Massachusetts,  attendant  on  the  ministry  of  their 
respected  elder,  Mr.  John  Murray,  having  taken  into 
consideration  the  impracticability  of  adapting  James  and 
John  Relly's  Hymns  to  all  the  purposes  of  social 
ivor ship  ;  and  conceiving  that  many  valuable  additions 
might  be  made  from  the  writings  of  many  eminent  penmen, 
of  almost  every  persuasion  in  the  christian  world,  were 
pleased  to  appoint  a  committee  for  the  revision  of  Rel- 
ly's  Hymns,  and  the  selection  of  other  composition."  In 
this  selection  were  many  excellent  hymns,  marked  origi- 
nal, written  by  one  of  the  committee,  Mr.  Georgk 
Richards,  now  minister  of  the  Universal  Church  at 
Portsmouth,  New- Hampshire . 

In  1802,  this  first  Collection  being  out  of  print,  and 
the  church  conceiving  that  a  more  extensive  selection  was 
necessary,  appointed  a  committee  to  select  and  arrange 
hymns  for  a  new  book  ;  and  a  copy-right  continuing  on 
the  former  collection,  "  they   considered   it  a  subject  of 


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fiainful  regret,  that  they  were  not  at  liberty  to  insert 
from  it  those  Hymns  marked  Original ;  they  believed  them 
worthy  a  place  in  any  selection  ;  but  endeavoured  to 
supply  their  place  from  sundry  authors,  who  have  spoken 
as  well  at  they  were  able  in  the  praise  of  our  adorable 
Saviour." 

Another  edition  being  now  wanted,  and  many  persons 
expressing  a  wish  to  have  the  original  hymns  added  to 
the  collection,  we  desired  permission  of  the  reverend  au- 
thor to  insert  them,  who  with  the  greatest  good  will  freely 
granted  the  request  ;  and  wishi?ig  to  make  this  book 
agree  in  every  respect  with  the  last  edition,  we  have  prin- 
ted them  as  an  Appendix,  with  their  titles,  isfc.  as  first 
written. 

That  the  work  as  amended  may  meet  the  approbation, 
and  aid  the  religious  exercises  of  the  believers  in  the  uni- 
versal salvation  of  all  men  through  the  atonement  of  our 
Lord  and  Saviour  Jesus  Christ,  is  the  sincere  wish  of 

THE  PUBLISHERS, 

Boston,  May  1,  1808. 


fc~~~~~ — ff 

Select  Portions    of    Scripture,   introductory 
to  tue  Articles  of  Faith. 


Psalm  cxxxiii. 

1.  Behold,  how  good  and  how  pleasant  for  brethren 
to  dwell  together  in  unity. 

2.  Like  the  precious  ointment  upon  the  head,  that 
ran  down  upon  the  beard,  Aaron's  beard  ;  that  went 
down  to  the  skirts  of  his  garments  : 

3.  As  the  dew  of  Hermon,  that  descended  upon  the 
mountains  of  Zion  :  for  there  the  Lord  commanded  the 
blessing,  life  for  evermore. 

Aaron,  the  Jewish  high  priest,  stands  as  a  type  of 
the  High  Priest  of  our  profession,  Christ  Jesus  ; 
who  was  anointed  with  the  oil  of  gladness  above  his 
fellows,  which  anointing  descended  on  the  people 
with  whom  he  was  to  clothe  himself,  according  to 
Isaiah  xlix.  18.  As  I  live,  saith  the  Lord,  thou  shalt 
clothe  thee  with  them  all,  as  with  an  ornament,  and  bind 
them  as  a  bride.  This  anointing  of  the  great  High 
Priest  descending  on  his  garment,  causes  them  to 
smell  of  myrrh,  and  aloes,  and  cassia,  out  of  the  ivory 
palaces,  whereby  they  have  made  them  glad.  O  the 
condescension  of  the  expression  !  shewing,  that  he 
expresses  it  as  agreeable  to  Him,  when  his  disciples 
in  their  conversation  and  conduct  make  manifest  the 
favour  of  his  knowledge  in  every  place  where  they 
meet  together,  to  which  they  are  under  the  strongest 
obligation. 

1st  of  John,  chap.  i.  ver.  1  to  7. 
1.      That  which  was  from   the  beginning,  which  we 
have  heard,   which    we  have  seen  with  our  eyes,  whici- 
we  have  looked  upon,  and  our  hands  have  handled  of  ti 
word  of  life. 
A  2 


2 .  (For  the  life  was  manifested,  and  we  have  seem 
and  bear  witness,  and  shew  unto  you  that  eternal  life 
which  was  with  the  Father,  and  was  manifested  to  us.) 

3.  That  which  we  have  seen  and  heard,  declare  we 
unto  you,  that  ye  also  may  have  fellowship,  with  us  : 
and  truly  our  fellowship,  is  with  the  Father,  and  with  his 
Son  Jesus  Christ. 

4.  And  these  things  write  we  unto  you,  that  your  joy 
may  be  full. 

5.  This  then  is  the  message  which  we  have  heard  of 
him,  and  declare  unto  you,  that  God  is  light,  and  in  him 
is  no  darkness  at  all. 

6.  If  we  say  that  we  have  fellowship  with  him,  and 
walk  in  darkness,  we  lie,  and  do  not  the  truth  : 

7.  But  if  we  walk  in  the  light,  as  He  is  in  the  light, 
we  have  fellowship  one  with  another  ;  and  the  blood  of 
Jesus  Christ  his  Son  cleanscth  us  from  all  sin. 

Chap.  iv.  ver.  18,  to  the  end. 

18.  There  is  no  fear  in  love  ;  but  perfect  love  cast- 
eth  out  fear  ;  because  fear  hath  torment.  He  that  fear- 
eth  is  not  made  perfect  in  love. 

19.  We  love  him,  because  he  first  loved  us. 

20.  If  a  man  say,  I  love  God,  and  hateth  his  brother, 
he  is  a  liar  ;  for  he  that  loveth  not  his  brother,  whom 
he  hath  seen,  how  can  he  love  God,  whom  he  hath  not 
seen  ? 

2 1 .  And  this  commandment  have  we  from  him,  That 
he  who  loveth  God  love  ^his  brother  also.     • 


ARTICLES    OF    FAITH, 

AND 

UNITING    COMPACT  ; 

Adopted  by  the  Members  of  the  Universal  Church, 
in  Boston,  February,   1791. 


W  E,  whose  names  are  hereunto  subscribed,  being 
sensible  of  the  unchangeable  and  universal  love  of  God 
to  mankind,  exhibited  in  a  Redeemer  ;  and  in  humble 
thankfulness  to  Him,  for  disposing  our  hearts  to  unite 
together  in  the  bonds  of  Christian  love  and  fellowship  ; 
think  it  our  duty,  as  tending  to  the  good  of  society  in 
general,  and  the  improvement  and  edification  cf  each 
other  in  particular,  to  form  ourselves  into  a  Church  of 
Christ,  which  we  conceive,  consists  of  a  number  of 
believers,  united  together  in  the  confession  of  the  faith 
of  the  gospel. 

The  Articles  of  our  faith  having  been  seriously  de- 
liberated upon,  and  consented  unto,  we  humbly  con- 
ceive, are  expressive  of  our  belief  in  the  lively  oracles 
of  God,  and  fully  pointing  out  to  us,  our  consequent 
obligations  to  adorn  the  doctrine  of  God  our  Saviour, 
in  all  things. 

The  Articles  of  Faith  are  as  follows  : 

WE  believe  the  scriptures  of  the  old  and  new  Tes- 
taments to  contain  a  revelation  of  the  perfections  and 
t. ill  of  God,  and  the  rule  of  faith  and  practice. 


via 

We  believe  in  one  God,  infinite  in  all  his  perfec- 
tions, and  that  these  perfections  are  all  modifications 
of  adorable,  incomprehensible,  and  unchangeable  Love, 
manifested  to  us  in  Christ  Jesus. 

We  believe  that  the  Spirit  of  God  will  in  due  sea- 
son so  effectually  teach  all  men,  that  the  earth  shall  be 
filled  with  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord  (whom  to  know 
is  life  eternal)  as  the  waters  cover  the  sea  :  for  it  is 
written  they  shall  be  all  taught  of  God. 

We  believe  in  the  obligation  of  the  moral  precepts 
of  the  Scriptures  as  the  rule  of  life  ;  and  we  hold,  that 
the  love  of  God  manifested  to  man  in  a  Redeemer,  is 
the  best  means  of  producing  a  holy,  active,  and  useful 
life. 

Therefore,  receiving,  acknowledging,  and  submit- 
ting ourselves  unto  Jesus  Christ,  as  the  Head  of  the 
Church  ;  and  receiving  the  Scriptures  as  our  complete 
and  perfect  rule  ;  we  conceive  it  our  duty,  to  meet  to- 
gether on  the  first  clay  of  the  week,for  the  public  worship 
of  God,  the  breaking  of  bread,  the  reading  of  the  Scrip- 
tures, and  the  preaching  of  the  gospel  of  Jesus  Christ, 
which  is  glad  tidings  of  great  joy  to  all  people  ;  to  in- 
struct our  children  in  the  principles  of  the  gospel,  by 
bringingthem  up  in  an  acquaintance  with  the  Scriptures, 
as  able  to  make  them  wise  unto  salvation,  through  faith 
in  Christ  Jesus  :  and  as  the  best  means  to  inspire 
them  with  the  love  of  virtue,  and  to  promote  in  them 
good  manners  and  habits  of  industry  and  sobriety. 

We  will  endeavour,  as  much  as  possible,  to  avoid 
going  to  law,  by  referring  all  matters  tending  thereto, 


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to  arbitrators  ;  to  submit  to  government,  and  in  truth 
and  justice,  to  pay  such  taxes,  as  may  be  required,  for 
the  maintenance  of  order  and  good  government  ;  to 
refrain  from,  and  discountenance  all  profane  swearing, 
as  unbecoming  the  christian  character,  and  as  tending 
greatly  to  lessen  the  frequency  of  truth  in  common  life. 

And  now,  commending  ourselves,  and  all  mankind, 
unto  the  great  Head  of  the  Church,  depending  entirely 
upon  Him,  for  all  that  light,  wisdom,  and  direction, 
which  we  stand  in  need  of,  we  pray,  That  he  would  be 
pleased  to  make  additions  to  the  Church  of  such  as 
shall  be  saved  from  the  evil  that  is  in  the  world,  by 
believing  the  truth  as  it  is  in  Jesus  ;  and  that,  by  his 
grace,  he  would  enable  us  to  walk  worthy  of  our 
Christian  profession  in  all  things. 


HYMNS,  &c. 


HYMN   1.      L.  M. 

J.  HY  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design, 
Are  fram'd  upon  thy  throne  above, 
And  ev'ry  dark  or  bending  line, 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2 
With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure, 
Poor  mortals  thine  arrangements  view, 
Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 

3 
Thy  flock,  thine  own  peculiar  care, 
Though  now  they  seem  to  roam  uney'd, 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 

4 
They  neither  know,  nor  trace  the  way  ; 
But,  trusting  to  thy  piercing  Eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

5 
My  favor'd  soul  shall  meekly  learn 
To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne  ; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 


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HYMN  2.     P.  M. 


JN  O  W  begia  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  Name  : 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2 
Ye,  who  see  the  Father*s  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3 
Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4 
Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5 
Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest  : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6 
When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove, 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

7 
He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove  ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 


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Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  3.    P.  M. 

OOME,  ye  lovers  of  the  Lamb, 
Praise  the  great  Almighty  Name  : 
To  your  God  your  songs  begin, 
To  the  Lamb,  your  bleeding  King, 

2 
Jesus,  thee  we  honours  give  ; 
Live,  Almighty  Jesus,  live  ; 
Thou  hast  penn'd  our  songs  with  blood. 
Thee  we  hail,  incarnate  God. 

O 

We  were  laden  once  with  sin, 
But  the  Lamb  hath  made  us  clean  ; 
We,  who  once  in  darkness  lay, 
Now  behold  eternal  day. 

4 
Strangers  once,  and  far  from  God, 
Now  brought  home  by  Jesu's  blood, 
Shining  in  our  wedding  dress, 
In  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

5 
Poor,  and  low,  we  once  did  lie, 
Full  of  wants,  and  sore  oppress'd  ; 
Jesus  now  hath  rais'd  us  high, 
All  our  grievances  redress'd. 

6 
Deeply   sinking  once  in  hell, 
Without  hope,  and  without  God  ; 
Now  our  tongues  can  greatly  tell? 
We  are  sav'd  by  Jesu's  blood. 
B 


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Freely  we  are  sav'd  by  graoe  : 
Heart  and  hand  we  this  embrace  j 
This,  below,  fills  ev'ry  tongue, 
This,  above,  is  all  the  song. 

8 
Praises  still  to  Christ  we  sing  ; 
Christ,  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ; 
Living  waters  in  us  flow, 
Glory  is  begun  below. 

HYMN  4.     L.  M. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  to  set  no  more. 

HYMN  5.      CM. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  I 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 

For  these  celestial  lines. 
2 
Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 
I 
Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 

And  yields  a  free,  repast  j 


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Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 

Invite  the  longing  taste. 
4 
Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 

Attend  the  blisful  sound. 
5 
O  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight  ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 
6 
Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord  1 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word.) 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


HYMN  6.    C  M. 


HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  giv'n  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp,  its  doctrines  shine 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 
2 
It  sweetly  cheers  our  dropping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
3 
This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 


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HYMN  7.    P.  M. 

1.SRAEL,  in  ancient  days. 

Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass. 
Th  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 
2 
The  Paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  apply'd  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God, 
3 
The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  blood,  of  matchless  worth,. 
Should  be  the  soul's  defence  ; 
J?or  he,  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own* 
4 
Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 

The  living  bird  went  free  j. 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea  'y 
Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd. 
5 
Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  ev'ry  age  ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light,  vouchsaf'd  to  me. 


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HYMN  8.     P.  M, 

PART     FIRST. 

THE  Bible  is  justly  esteem'd 

The  glory  supreme  of  the  land, 
Which  shows  how  a  sinner's  redeem'd 

And  brought  to  Jehovah's  right  hand. 
"With  pleasure  we  freely  confess 

The  Bible  all  books  does  outshine  ; 
But  Jesus,  his  person  and  grace, 

Affords  it  that  lustre  divine. 
2 
In  ev'ry  firofihetical  book, 

Where  God  his  decrees  hath  unseal'd; 
With  joy  we  behold  as  we  look, 

The  wonderful  Saviour  reveal'd  : 
His  glories  project  to  the  eye, 

And  prove  it  was  not  his  design 
Those  glories  concealed  should  lie, 

But  there  in  full  majesty  shine. 
3 
The  Jirst  gracious  jiromise  to  man 

A  blessed  prediction  appear*, 
His  work  is  the  soul  of  the  plan, 

And  gives  it  the  glory  it  wears. 
How  cheering  the  truth  must  have  been, 

That  Jesus  the   promised  seed, 
Should  triumph  o'er  satan  and  sin, 

And  hell  in  captivity  lead  ! 

PART     SECOND. 

4 
The  Ancient  Levitical  Law 

Was  prophecy  after  its  kind  ; 
Tn  types  there  the  faithful  foresaw 
The  Saviour  that  ransom'd  mankind. 
B2 


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The  altar,  the  lamb,  and  the  priest, 

The  blood  that  was  sprinkled  of  olc(? 
Had  life  when  the  people  could  taste 

The  blessings  those  shadows  foretold, 
5 
Review  each  prophetical  so?ig, 

Which  shines  in  prediction's  rich  train} 
The  sweetest  to  Jesus  belong, 

And  point  out  his  sufferings  and  reign  c 
Sure  David  his  harp  never  strung 

With  more  of  true  sacred  delight, 
Than  when  of  the  Saviour  he  sung, 

And  he  was  reveal'd  to  his  sight. 
6 
May  Jesus  more  precious  become  i 

His  word  be  a  lamp  to  our  feet, 
While  we  in  this  wilderness  roam, 

Till  brought  in  his  presence  to  meet  : 
Then,  then  will  we  gaze  on  thy  face, 

Our  Prophet,  our  Priest,  and  our  King  5 
Recount  all  thy  wonders  of  grace  ;— 

Thy  praises  eternally  sing. 


HYMN  9k      C.  M. 

J  O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

New  honours  be  address'd  ; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 

And  makes  the  nations  blest. 
2 
He  spake  the  word  to  Abr'am  first, 

His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 

And  learn  his  righteousness, 


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3 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 

And  spread  the  honours  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 


HYMN  10.        C.  M. 

.LORD  !  ev'ry  knee  to  thee  shall  bow, 

Whether  they  stood  or  fell 
In  heav'n  above,  or  earth  below, 

Or  in  eternal  hell. 
2 
All  shall  thy  grace  or  fury  prove  ; 

Thy  kingdom  all  shall  own  : 
Man  shall  be  happy  in  thy  love  ; 

Let  satan  dread  thy  frown. 
3 
Thus  ev'ry  tongue,  constraint  by  grace, 

Or  power,  shall  confess 
The  Lord  with  a  confused  face, 

Or  Christ  their  righteousness. 
4 
Herein  the  Father's  glorified, 

That  thou  art  lord  of  all ; 
Whilst  men's  and  angels'  swelling  pride 

Before  thy  feet  shall  fall. 


HYMN  11.     L.  M. 

W  HEN,  by  the  tempter's  wiles  betray'd, 
Adam  our  head  and  parent  fell ; 
Unknown  before,  a  pleasure  spread 
Through  all  the  mazy  deeps  of  hell. 


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2 
Infernal  powers  rejoic'd  to  see 
The  new-made  world  destroy'd,  undone  ? 
But  God  proclaims  his  great  decree, 
Pardon  and  mercy  through  his  son. 

3 
Serpent  accurs'd,  thy  sentence  read,— « 
Almighty  vengeance  thou  shalt  feel ; 
The  woman's  seed  shall  bruise  thy  head, 
Thy  malice  faintly  bruise  his  heel. 

-  4 
Thus  God  declares,  and  Christ  descends, 
Assumes  a  mortal  form  and  dies  ; 
"Whilst  in  his  death,  death's  empire  ends, 
And  the  proud  conqueror  conquer'd  lies. 


HYMN  12.    L.  M. 

x  E  humble  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  a  faithful  God  ; 
How  just  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
How  much  above  your  highest  praise  ! 

2 
The  words  his  sacred  lips  declare, 
Of  his  own  mind  the  image  bear  ; 
What  should  Him  tempt  from  frailty  free, 
Bless'd  in  his  self-sufficiency  ? 

3 
He  will  not  his  great  Self  deny  : 
A  God  all  truth  can  never  lie  : 
As  vvtil  might  he  his  being  quit, 
As  break  his  oath,  or  word  forget. 

4 
Let  frighten'd  rivers  change  their  course, 
Or  backward  hasten  to  their  source  ; 
Swift  through  the  air  let  rocks  be  hurl'd, 
And  mountains  like  the  chaff  be  whirled  ; 


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5 

Let  sun  and  stars  forget  to  rise, 
Or  quit  their  stations  in  the  skies  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  both  pass  away, 
Eternal  Truth  shall  ne'er  decay. 


HYMN  13.      P.M. 

SlNG  the  triumphs  of  your  conqu'ring. 

Head,  and  crucified  King  ; 
His  achievements,  when  he  vanquish^ 

All  our  enemies,  we'll  sing  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Glory,  glory,  Lord,  be  thine  ! 

2 
Long  he  struggled  with  confused 

Noise,  and  garments  roll'd  in  blood  ; 
Till  destroying  sin,  and  hell,  and 

Death,  he  rescu'd  man  to  God  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  i?*Cc 

3 
Most  triumphant,  greatly  glorious, 

He  from  death  anoVhell  arose  1 
In  Him  all  his  church  victorious, 

Triumph'd  o'er  her  dreadful  foes  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  &c. 

4 
High  ascending,  'midst  angelic 

Songs,  and  sounds  of  trumpets  loud, 
In  eternal  triumph  leading 

All  the  captives  of  his  blood  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  1&c, 

5 
Far  above  the  highest  heav'n 

Thus  he  gloriously  ascends. 


m 

Where  the  honours  to  him  giv'n, 
Ev'ry  thought  of  man  transcends  : 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  fcfr. 
6 

There,  exalted,  live  and  reign,  whilst 
We  admire  thy  wounds  and  blood. 

Till  we  see  thee  come  again,  in 
All  the  pomp  and  pow'r  of  God  : 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Glory,  glory,  Lord,  be  thine  1 

HYMN  14.      L.  M. 

AiORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first, 
Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  should'st  set  him  and  his  race, 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2 
That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet  ? 

3 
But,  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state  ! 
What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born  1 

4 
See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruin'd  world  from  sin  ; 
But  He  shall  reign,  with  pow'r  divine. 

5 
The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  aur  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 


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HYMN  15.      P.  M. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  I 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home 
2 
Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin -atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption,  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home  j 
3 
Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  heritage  above  ; 
Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
4 
Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive  ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
5 
The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jul  ilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  raribom'd  sinners,  home. 


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6 
Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


HYMN  16.      S.  M. 

BlESS'D  are  the  eyes  that  see,' 

The  ears  are  bless'd  that  hear 
The  trumpet  of  the  jubilee  ; 

The  great  sabbatic  year. 
2 

We  plough,  nor  sow  no  more, 

Nor  toil  for  living  bread  ; 
For  we've  a  never-failing  store, 

A  table  plenteous  spread. 
3 

The  servant  now  is  free  ; 

The  hateful,  heavy  yoke 
(That  all  might  taste  true  liberty) 

From  ev'ry  neck  is  broke. 
4 

Th'  inheritance,  once  sold, 

Which  the  poor  bankrupt  mourns. 
To  the  true  owner,  without  gold 

Or  price,  it  now  returns. 
5 

O,  Jesus  !  ever  bless'd, 

Thou  art  our  jubilee  ; 
Our  restoration,  and  our  rest, 

Is  all,  dear  Lamb,  in  thee. 
6 

Thy  name,  O  bleeding  King, 

Shall  dwell  on  ail  our  tongues  -; 


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Ami  ev'ry  heart  inspir'd  shall  sing 

Thy  praise  in  all  their  songs. 
7 

Worthy  the  honour'd  name 

Of  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  ; 
*Ie's  God  Almighty,  and  the  lamb, 

Eternally  ador'd. 

HYMN  17.         L.  M. 

WHEN  Israel's  grieving  tribes  complain'd, 
With  fiery  serpents  greatly  pain'd, 
A  serpent  straight  the  prophet  made 
Of  molten  brass,  to  view  display'd. 

2 
Around  the  fainting  crowds  attend, 
To  heav'n  their  mournful  sighs  ascend  ; 
They  hope,  they  look,  while  from  the  pok 
Descends  a  pow'r  that  makes  them  whole, 

3 
But,  O,  what  healing  to  the  heart, 
Doth  our  Redeemer's  cross  impart ! 
What  life,  by  faith  our  souls  receive  ! 
What  pleasures  do  his  sorrows  give  ! 

4 
Still  may  I  view  the  Saviour's  cross, 
And  other  objects  count  but  loss  : 
Here  still  be  fix'd  my  feasted  eyes, 
Enraptur'd  with  his  sacrifice. 

HYMN  18.      CM, 

O,  FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  I 


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2 
Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fear&, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
3Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
3 
He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  cancel'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
4 
He  speaks,  and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 

The  humble  poor  believe. 
5 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf ;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ; 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN  19.      P.  M. 

▼  ▼HAT  glories,  surrounding  my  Saviour,  I  see  ! 
What  beauties  triumphant,  my  Jesus,  in  thee  ! 
What  glory  or  power  may  with  thee  compare, 
Or  thy  generation  what  tongue  can  declare  ? 
^he  heavens  are  silent  and  cannot  decide, 
This  myst'ry  only  belongs  to  the  bride. 

2 
Thou  hast,  my  dear  Saviour,  in  glory  and  truth  . 
From  th*  womb  of  the  morning,  the  dew  of  thy  youth  : 
The  morning  of  love,  eternal  and  bright, 
With  honour  bedew'd  thee,  and  nourish'd  thee  right. 
When  secretly  thou  wast  existing  above 
In  God,  as  the  word,  and  the  son  of  his  love 


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Thine  offspring, — for  number  as  sands  on  the  shore, 
Or  morning  dew-drops,  on  the  earth  scatter'd  o'er,-— 
Were  then,  as  thy  mystery,  fulness,  and  truth, 
All  gather'd  in  Thee,  as. the  dew  of  thy  youth  : 
In  Thee,  as  thy  splendour  of  youth,  did  we  shine  ; 
In  beauties  of  holiness,  godlike,  divine. 

4 
And  when  we  had  fallen  from  heaven  to  earth, 
And  eould  not  return  there,  but  thro'  a  new  birth  ; 
Our  nature,  as  spoiled  in  Adam  who  fell, 
As  sunk  in  our  reason  and  senses  to  hell, 
We  then  were,  in  myst'ry,  preserved  in  Thee  ; 
Our  earthy  though  fallen,  our  heav'nly  was  free. 

5 
As  the  second  Adam,  then  didst  Thou  appear, 
The  Lord  from  on  high,  for  to  banish  our  fear  ; 
Thou  foundest  us  sunk  in  the  earthy,  lost  man, 
And  him  Thou  assumedst  to  finish  the  plan, 
That  plan,  where  'twas  fix'd  that  transgression  should 
And  all  our  creation  restor'd  to  thy  peace.      [cease, 

6 
This  hast  Thou  effected,  by  shedding  thy  blood, 
Hast  brought  back  our  nature  in  union  with  God. 
From  the  earthy  man  Thou  hast  set  us  all  free, 
Hast  brought  us  to  live  and  to  triumph  in  Thee- 
'Tis  here,  we  receive  our  intelligence  sure, 
Of  our  preservation  in  Thee  always  pure. 


HYMN  20.      S.  M. 

VV  ITH  bruises  Christ  was  dress'd, 
And  nail'd  up  to  a  tree  ; 
The  pruning-hook  his  soul  oppress'd 
That  he  might  fruitful  be. 


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2 
He  was  not  purg'd  in  vain, 
But  did  his  strength  recruit  ; 

And  when  was  finish'd  all  his  pain, 
There  then  appear'd  his  fruit. 

3 
Distill'd  from  all  his  smart 
The  holy  unction  ran  ;. 

This  is  the  wine  that  cheers  the  hear£, 
The  heart  of  God  and  man. 

4 
With  us  he  doth  abound, 
As  branches,  he  the  stem  ; 

From  him,  our  fruitfulness  is  found. 
And  shall  remain  in  him. 

5 
Hence  shall  our  joys  arise, 
And  ev'ry  hour  improve— 

Whilst,  in  his  smoking  sacrifice, 
God  hears  our  songs  above. 

HYMN  21.      P.  M. 

LHE  victory's  won, 

And  satan  is  down  ; 
We  now  overcome, 

His  kingdom  disown  : 
The  seed  of  the  woman 

Hath  bruised  his  head, 
Hath  made  us  that  new  man, 

Which  love  had  decreed. 
2 
In  Adam  we  lost 

Our  Eden  by  sin  ; 
But  we  now,  through  Christ,. 

Again  are  brought  in  : 


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Hie  vail  it  is  torn, 

And  paradise  gain'd  : 
The  Father  hath  sworn  ; 

His  promise  shall  stand. 
3 
Our  nature's  releas'd 

From  sin,  death,  and  hell  ; 
Jehovah  is  pleas'd 

With  man  for  to  dwell  ; 
A  fit  habitation, 

In  spirit,  for  God  ; 
A  blest,  new  creation, 

Pronounc'd  very  good, 
4 
We  mourn  not  the  hour 

When  Adam  did  fall, 
When  his  will  and  pow'r 

Were  forfeited  all  ; 
Nor  are  we  now  griev'd, 

His  glory  and  crown 
Could  not  be  reuriev'd 

By  works  of  his  own. 
5 
It  was  on  this  ground, 

The  myst'ry  of  grace 
Did  much  more  abound, 

When  Jesus  took  place 
Of  man,  the  offender, 

To  die  as  our  sin  ; 
And  righteousness  render 

Complete,  and  brought  in, 
6 
By  this  was  made  known 

God's  nature  as  love  : 
This  we,  in  his  Son, 

For  ever  shall  prove, 

C2 


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By  means  of  transgression 

This  grace  was  reveal'd  : 
This  is  our  confession, 

A  truth  God  has  seai'd* 
7 
When  Adam  was  pure, 

Yet  mutable  he  : 
In  Jesus  more  sure, 

Immutable  we  ; 
More  highly  exalted 

In  Christ  the  God-man> 
Ne'er  to  be  assaulted 

By  satan  again. 

HYMN  22.     L.  M. 

JL  HE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face3 
Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2 
At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  purest  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress  j 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3 
He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4 
So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  faVrite  of  his  choice  j 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord 


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5 

0  happy  hour,  when  thau  shait  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies  ! 
And  all  thy  sons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6 
Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

HYMN  23.      P.  M. 

tyOME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  ; 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art  ; 
Dear  desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 
2 
Born  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  : 
By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

HYMN  24.      P.M. 

A  HE  builder,  whom  true  wisdom  sways, 

1  irst  the  foundation  deeply  lays  ; 

Prepar'd  against  each  shock  ; 


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Our  Builder,  sure  of  Ms  own  plan, 
Founded  us  deeply  in  the  man, 

On  God,  th*  eternal  Rock. 
2 
Christ  is  that  precious  corner-stone, 
Which  all  his  church  is  built  upon  ; 

Nor  can  it  ever  fall : 
The  prophets,  and  apostles  too, 
Other  foundation  never  knew 

Than  Jesus,  Lord  of  all. 
3 
Christ,  in  this  building,  is  the  door  ; 
And  always  open  to  the  poor, 

Who  would  approach  their  God  : 
Nor,  though  they're  naked,  need  they  fear, 
For  Christ  is  yea  ;  boldly  draw  near, 

And  plead  redeeming  blood. 
4 
As  windows  rang'd,  admit  the  light 
To  chase  the  horrors  of  the  night, 

Enlight'ning  ev'ry  part  : 
^o,  in  our  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
The  Godhead  shines  in  love  and  grace, 

To  cheer  the  human  heart. 
5 
The  stone  the  builders  did  refuse, 
Which  human  wisdom  ne'er  will  choose, 

Is  here  the  head-stone  seen  ; 
Brought  forth  with  joy  to  make  all  fast ; 
Christ  is  the  first  stone  and  the  last  ; 

The  church  is  safe  between. 
6 
The  spacious  roof,  extended  wide, 
Lock'd  in  secure  on  ev'ry  side, 

Braves  all  the  storms  that  fall  : 
Christ  is  that  cov'ring  ;  suited  well, 
To  shelter  man  from  storms  of  hell  ; 

O,  Christ  !  thou  art  our  all. 


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HYMN  25.      C.  M. 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace  ; 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 
2 
Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet  : 
To  Thee  their  pray'rs  and  vows  ascend, 
In  Thee  their  wishes  meet. 
3 
Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around  ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odour's  spread 
Through  all  Immanuel's  ground. 
4 
Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  Thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 
5 
Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  Thee  : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  26.      L.  M. 

-1  HE  Father's  love  to  man  so  free, 
Made  us  the  fulness  of  the  Son  : 
The  Son,  he  wills  that  we  should  be 
With  him,  where'er  he  is,  as  one. 

2 
In  him  a  new  creation  made, 
No  more  to  fail,  but  to  endure  ; 


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Where,  we  the  members,  he  the  Head, 
One  body,  we're  conceived  pure. 

3 
In  him,  in  his  mysteries  birth, 
Born  in  him  as  that  holy  thing 
Whose  praise,  as  God  espous'd  to  earth; 
The  angel-host  with  joy  did  sing. 

4 
In  him  together  circumcis'd, 
When  all  our  filthiness  of  flesh, 
Which  God  in  holiness  despis'd, 
Was  quite  put  off  in  righteousnes. 

5 
In  him,  in  all  the  works  he  wrought  ; 
In  him,  together  crucify 'd  ; 
In  him,  as  risen  without  fault, 
And  in  him  fully  glorify'd. 

6 
With  him,  where'er  he  was,  we  were, 
In  all  conditions  still  the  same  ; 
With  him,  where'er  he  is,  we  are, 
And  as  him  pure  and  free  from  blame. 

7 
In  seeing  him,  ourselves  we  see, 
And  all  his  glory  as  our  own  ; 
Our  joy  is  full,  the  Son  is  free, 
And  Jesus  wears  th'  eternal  crown. 

HYMN  27.      CM. 

PART      FIRST. 

W  HEN  God  would  manifest  his  grace 

To  man  that  he  might  prove 
The  glories  of  the  Father's  face, 
And  feel  his  nature  love  : 


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2 
He  said,  he  would  not  sacrifice. 

As  offered  by  the  law  ; 
All  human  merit  would  despise, 

His  presence  thence  withdraw. 
3 
Then  said  the  Saviour—-"  Lo,  I  come 

To  do  thy  will,  my  God  ;" 
He  brought  his  sons  and  daughters  home 

By  pouring  out  his  blood  : 
4 
That  they  with  him  might  enter  in 

To  all  the  heaven  of  love  ; 
His  death  did  make  an  end  of  sin, 

The  stumbling  block  remove. 

FART     SECOND. 

5 
Thou,  Lord,  a  body  didst  prepare, 

Thine  own  collected  seed, 
For  him  eternally  to  wear, 
And  be  the  living  Head. 
6 
Obedient  in  this  body,  He 
Thy  counsel  did  fulfil, 
Did  ev'ry  member  purify, 
And  do  thy  perfect  will. 
7 
With  Christ  in  soul  and  body  one. 

We  evermore  are  bless'd  : 
Aspiring  to  the  perfect  Son, 
We  enter  perfect  rest. 
8 
Pre-eminence  to  him  is  giv'n  ! 

Yet  in  this  glorious  plan, 
The  Head  and  members  enter'd  heav'n, 
In  one  exalted  man. 


HYMN  28.     P.M. 

ETERNAL  Excellence  ! 

Thy  worms  would  feign  declare, 
In  the  divinest  sense, 

How  thou  art  heav'nly  fair  : 
O,  Prince  Messiah  !  thou  art  seen 
The  fairest  of  the  sons  of  men. 

2 
Jesus,  thy  beauties  shine 

Bright,  infinitely  bright  $ 
Both  human  and  divine, 
In  thee,  O  Lamb,  unite  ! 
Whate'er  in  heav'n  or  earth  we  see 
As  beautiful,  are  types  of  thee. 
3 
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  stars, 
With  all  the  thrones  above, 
Thine  excellence  declare, 
Thy  beauty,  pow'r  and  love  : 
All  worlds  before  thy  throne  we  see, 
A  sea  of  glass  reflecting  thee. 
4 
Man  in  his  first  estate, 

Most  wonderfully  form'd  : 
With  beauty's  pow'rs  replete, 
With  holiness  adorn'd, 
From  ev'ry  spot  and  blemish  free, 
Was  but  a  figure,  Lord,  of  thee. 
5 
As  blood  of  goats  and  lambs, 

Is  to  thy  blood  divine  ; 
Or,  as  their  altars'  flames, 
Dear  Jesus,  are  to  thine  : 
So  Adam's  purity  appears  ; 
To  Thee  no  more  proportion  bears. 


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Self  interest,  Lord,  shall  fail, 

Man's  haughtiness  sink  low  ; 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  prevail  ; 
We  at  thy  footstool  bow  : 
Thou  know'st  our  hearts,  we  need  no  more 
Give  us  to  worship,  love,  adore. 

HYMN  29.       C.  M. 

.I  OOR,  weak,  and  worthless  though  I  am, 
I  have  a  rich  Almighty  Friend  ; 
Jesus  the  Saviour  is  his  name, 
He  freely  loves,  and  without  end. 

2 
He  ransom'd  me  from  hell  with  blood, 
And  by  his  pow'r  my  foes  control'd  ; 
He  found  me  wand'ring  far  from  God,' 
And  brought  me  to  his  chosen  fold. 

3 
He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplies, 
And  says  that  I  shall  shortly  be 
Enthron'd  with  him  above  the  skies  ; 
O  !  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me. 

HYMN  30.      C.  M. 

J.  HERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuers  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood; 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
2 
The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he? 

Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 
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3 
Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 

Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 
4 
E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
5 
But  when  this  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save. 

HYMN  31.      P.M. 

VJ  HOLY  Imman'el  !  thy  mystery  divine, 
From  glory  to  glory,  on  Zion  shall  shine, 
The  mystery  of  God  espous'd  to  a  worm, 
Who  neither  had  merit  nor  beautiful  form  ; 
Yet  rais'd  to  the  bosom  of  God,  the  Supreme, 
She  sings  she  is  like  him,  yet  does  not.blaspheme. 

2 
O  lovely  Imman'el  !  illustrious  thy  grace  ! 
The  beauties  of  holiness  shine  in  thy  face  : 
Triumphant  in  bliss,  our  nature  we  spy, 
And  we  in  that  nature  join'd  to  the  Most  High, 
The  image  express  of  the  substance  of  God  ; 
His  brightness  appearing  by  water  and  blood. 

3 
O  sacred  Imman'el  !  our  glory,  our  joy  ! 
In  mut'al  embraces,  which  never  shall  cloy, 
The  Bridegroom  and  bride,  our  Maker  and  we. 
Perpetually  live,  as  united  in  thee  ; 
Consummate  salvation,  reveal'd  in  thy  blood, 
In  thee  we  possess,  with  the  fulness  of  God, 


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4 
O  glorious  Imman'el  !  Jehovah  with  man  ! 
With  us  God  is  present  ;  (amazing  the  plan  !) 
Perfection  of  joy  we  now  understand, 
Whilst  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  at  his  right  hand  : 
We  stand,  when  no  higher  our  notes  we  can  raise, 
In  silence  expressive,  of  wonder  and  praise. 


HYMN  32.         L.  M. 

&HOUT  !  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns  ; 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread 
And  sinners  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2 
His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3 
Oppressors  now  beneath  his  feet, 
O'ercome  by  his  victorious  pow'r  : 
Princes  in  humble  posture  wait  : 
And  proud  blasphemers  learn  t'  adore. 

4 
Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  offerings  bring, 
And,  uncenstrain'd,  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

5 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above  ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
Iu  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 


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HYMN  33.     L.  M. 


J  ESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2 
Behold  the  islands,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3 
There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India,  shines  in  eastern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4 
For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

5 
People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6 
Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7 
Where  he  displays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 


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8 
Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  their  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen. 

HYMN  34.      P.  M. 

A.LL  hail,  incarnate  God  ! 

The  wond'rous  things  foretold 
Of  thee  in  sacred  writ, 

With  joy  our  eyes  behold  : 
Still  does  thy  arm  new  trophies  wear. 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 
2 
To  thee  the  hoary  head 

Its  silver  honours  pays  ; 
To  thee  the  blooming  youth 
Devotes  his  brightest  days  : 
And  ev'ry  age  their  tribute  bring, 
And  bow  to  thee,  all  conqu'ring  King  I 
3 
O  haste,  victorious  Prince, 

That  happy,  glorious  day, 
When  souls  like  drops  of  dew 
Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway  ! 
O  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies  ! 
4 
All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  I 

Eternal  be  thy  reign  ; 
Behold  the  nations  sue 

To  wear  thy  gentle  chain  : 
When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  forever  sure. 

D2 


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HYMN  35.      L.  M. 


THOUGH  mothers  kindi  forgetful  prove, 
Of  sucklings  nourish'd  at  the  breast; 
Or  yearning  bowels  cease  to  move 
To  infants  when  with  pain  oppress'd  : 

2 
Yet  I  will  ne'er  forget  my  bride, 
Says  Jesus,  God  of  love  and  truth, 
Taken,  when  sleeping,  from  my  side, 
Then  born  to  bear  eternal  youth. 

3 
I'll  not  forget  my  word,  mine  oath, 
I'll  not  forget  my  wounds,  my  blood  ; 
My  friendship  makes  but  one  of  both, 
And  I  am  still  thy  Saviour  God. 

4 
Wrote  on  my  hands  thy  much  lov'd  name, 
My  Zion,  glorious  is  thy  state  ! 
I  see  thee  always  without  blame, 
And  his  own  body  none  can  hate. 

5 
Thy  walls  before  me  always  are  ; 
Bounds  to  thy  dwelling  I  have  set ; 
My  Zion's  my  peculiar  care, 
My  Zioh  I  will  ne'er  forget. 

6 
O  happy  Zion,  see  and  prove, 
How  groundless  all  thy  sorrows  are  ! 
Live  in  thy  Husband's  nature,  love, 
And  that  shall  cast  out  all  thy  fear. 

HYMN  36.      C.  M. 

VV  HEN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 
Disclos'd  his  kind  design, 


To  rescue  our  apostate  race 

From  mis'ry,  shame,  and  sin. 
2 
Quick  through  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss, 

The  joyful  tidings  ran, 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news, 

That  God  would  dwell  with  man. 
3 
Yet  'midst  their  joys  they  paus'd  a  while. 

And  ask'd  with  strange  surprise, 
u  But  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile, 

Or  look  with  pitying  eyes  ? 
4 
Will  the  Almighty  deign  again, 

To  visit  yonder  world  ; 
And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 

Whence  rebels  once  were  hurl'd  ? 
5 
Their  tears,  and  groans,  and  deep  distress, 

Aloud  for  mercy  call  : 
But  ah  1  must  truth  and  righteousness 

Victims  to  mercy  fall  ?" 
6 
So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 

Delighted,  yet  surpris'd  ; 
Eager  to  know  the  wond'rous  plan, 

That  wisdom  had  devis'd. 
7 
The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply'd — 
«  In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 

And  justice  satisfied. 
8 
Behold  !  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 

A  sacrifice  to  God  ; 
Justice  divine  will  now  no  more 

Demand  the  sinner's  blood." 


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9 
He  spake,— and  heaven's  high  arches  rung  ; 

Praise,  ev'ry  tongue  employs  ; 
"  He  dy'd,"  the  friendly  angels  sung, 

Nor  cease  their  rapt'rous  joys. 

HYMN  37.      CM. 

J  ESUS,  commission^  from  above, 

Descends  to  men  below, 
And  shews  from  whence  the  springs  of  love 

In  endless  currents  flow. 
2 
He,  whom  the  boundless  heav'n  adores, 

Whom  angels  long  to  see  ; 
Quitted  with  joy  those  blissful  shores, 

Ambassador  to  me  ! 
3 
To  me,  a  worm,  a  sinful  clod, 

A  rebel  and  forlorn  ; 
A  foe,  a  traitor  to  my  God, 

And  of  a  traitor  born. 
4 
To  me,  who  never  sought  his  grace, 

Who  mock'd  his  sacred  word  ; 
Who  never  knew,  or  lov'd  his  face, 

And  all  his  will  abhorr'd. 
5 
To  me,  who  could  not  even  praise, 

When  his  kind  heart  I  knew  ; 
But  sought  a  thousand  devious  ways, 

Rather  than  keep  the  true. 
6 
Yet  this  redeeming  angel  came, 

So  vile  a  worm  to  bless  ; 
He  took  with  gladness  all  my  blame, 

And  gave  his  righteousness. 


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HYMN  38.      L.  M. 

CxLORY  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 
Who  dwells  in  light,  whose  name  is  love 
Ye  Saints  and  Angels,  if  ye  can, 
Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man. 

2 

O  what  can  more  his  love  commend, 
His  dear,  his  only  Son  to  send  ! 
That  man,  condemn'd  to  die,  might  live, 
And  God  be  glorious  to  forgive. 

3 
Messiah's  come  ! — with  joy  behold 
The  days  by  prophets  long  foretold  : 
Judah,  thy  royal  sceptre's  broke, 
And  time  still  proves  what  Jacob  spoke. 

4 
Daniel,  thy  weeks  are  all  expir'd, 
The  time  prophetic  seals  requir'd  ; 
Cut  off  for  sins,  but  not  his  own, 
Thy  Prince  Messiah  did  atone. 

5 
Thy  famous  temple,  Solomon, 
Is  by  the  latter  far  outshone  : 
It  wanted  not  thy  glitt'ring  store, 
Messiah's  presence  grac'd  it  more. 

6 
We  see  the  prophecies  fulfill'd 
In  Jesus  that  most  wond'rous  child  : 
His  birth,  his  life,  his  death  combine 
To  prove  his  character  divine. 

7 
Jesus,  thy  gospel  firmly  stands 
A  blessing  to  these  favour'd  lands  : 
No  infidel  shall  be  our  dread, 
Since  thou  art  risen  from  the  dead. 


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HYMN  39.      L.  M. 

COULD  I  of  all  perfection  boast, 
As  pure  as  that  which  Adam  lost, 
I'd  sacrifice  it  to  thy  blood, 
My  Christ,  my  all,  my  only  good. 

2 
Were  I,  as  Abram,  strong  in  faith, 
And  boldly  steadfast  unto  death  ; 
I'd  bid  my  faithfulness  adieu, 
And  Jesus  only  faithful  view. 

3 
If  I  more  meek  than  Moses  were, 
Quite  free  from  anger,  strife,  or  fear  ; 
Yet  this  I  gladly  would  despise, 
And  Jesus'  meekness  only  prize. 

4 
Was  I  as  Job  submissive  still, 
Patient,  resign'd,  in  ev'ry  ill  ; 
Yet  all  should  fade  before  his  cross, 
Compar'd  with  him,  it  is  but  dross. 

5 
If  I  was  wise  as  Solomon, 
Like  him  with  zeal  and  ardour  shone  ; 
Like  him  I'd  vain  and  foolish  see 
My  wisdom,  zeal,  yea  all  but  Thee. 

6 
Had  I  an  angel's  purity, 
Yea,  even  this  I  would  deny  ; 
Nor  good  confess  in  name  or  thing, 
But  Christ  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  King. 

HYMN  40.     L.  M. 

As  show'rs  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
Jesus  shall  shed  his  blessings  down  ; 


Crown 'd  with  whose  life-infusing  drops, 
Earth  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2 
Lands,  that  beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Have  long  been  desolate  and  dry, 
Th'  effusions  of  his  love  shall  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

3 
The  dews  and  rains,  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  the  pastures  o'er  and  o'er, 
Are  not  so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 

4 
As,  in  soft  silence,  vernal  show'rs 
Descend,  and  cheer  the  fainting  flow'rs  ; 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Falls  the  sweet  infl'ence  from  above. 

5 
That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 
While  ev'ry  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

6 
Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confin'd 
To  me,  but  pour'd  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 


HYMN  41.     L.M. 


"I 


COME,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 
"  A  year  of  freedom  to  declare, 
From  debts  and  bondage  to  discharge, 
And  Jews  and  Greeks  the  grace  shall  share. 

2 
A  day  of  vengeance  I  proclaim, 
But  not  on  man  the  storm  shall  fall ; 


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On  Me  its  thunder  shall  descend, 

My  strength,  my  love  sustain  them  all." 

3 
Stupendous  favour  !  matchless  grace  I 
Jesus  has  died  that  we  might  live  : 
Not  worlds  below,  nor  worlds  above, 
Could  so  divine  a  ransom  give. 

4 
To  him,  who  lov'd  our  ruin'd  race, 
And  for  our  lives  laid  down  his  own, 
Let  songs  of  joyful  praises  rise, 
Sublime,  eternal  as  his  throne. 

HYMN  42.      C.  M. 

MORTALS,  behold  your  dying  God  ! 

Take  refuge  in  his  name  : 
Come,  wash  your  robes  white  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ,  the  slaughter'd  Lamb. 
2 
O  !  'tis  eternal  life  to  know 

His  Godhead,  blood,  and  fame  : 
The  scriptures  say,  he  died  for  you, 

Then  venture  on  the  Lamb. 
3 
Now  welcome  all  who  come  to  God, 

In  Christ,  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
There's  full  redemption  in  his  blood  ; 

Then  do  not  slight  the  Lamb. 
4 
O,  that  you  God  the  Saviour  knew, 

And  that  he  bore  your  shame  ; 
Died,  rose  again,  and  lives  for  you, 

Then  would  you  prize  the  Lamb  ! 

5 

What  love,  what  kindness  did  he  shew  ! 

When  he  from  heav'n  came, 


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To  bear  away  all  sin  from  you, 

Behold  the  holy  Lamb. 
6 
How  rich  the  blood  which  once  did  flow, 

To  cover  us  from  shame  ! 
We'll  bow  before  thy  foot-stool  low, 

And  hail  thee,  lovely  Lamb. 

7 
O  Christ,  our  God,  our  bleeding  King  ! 

We'll  ever  sing  thy  fame  ; 
Here  and  in  Heav'n  we'll  shout  and  sing 

Thy  glories,  worthy  Lamb. 

HYMN  43.      S.  M. 

WHEN  God  our  Father's  pleas'd 

For  to  reveal  his  Son, 
Immediately  our  conscience  eas'd 

Becomes  his  peaceful  throne. 
2 

Consult  we  then  no  more 

Our  senses,  flesh  and  blood  ; 
But  in  the  day  of  heav'nly  pow'r 

Cornmence  the  sons  of  God. 
3 

Included  all  in  one, 

We  now  with  rapture  tell, 
We're  in  the  Father's  only  son, 

In  whom  he's  pleased  well. 
4 

This  doth  our  God  make  known 

To  mortal  worms  below  : 
All  other  matters  we  disown, 

This  only  will  we  knowfc 

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HYMN  44.      L.  M. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2 
When,  from  the  dust  of  death,  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  Iiv'd,  hath  died  for  me." 

9 
Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day  ; 
For  who  ought  to  my  charge  shall  lay  '? 
Fully  through  these  absolv'd  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame 

4 
Thus  Abraham  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners  thee  proclaim  ; 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5 
This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  grace  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6 
O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  1 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

HYMN  45.      S.  M. 

Vf HILST  we  are  marching  through 
This  land  with  drought  accurs'd, 


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Rivers  ut'  living  waters  flow 

In  thee,  to  quench  our  thirst. 
2 

This  world's  a  weary  land  ; 

By  sin  a  desart  made  : 
Tis  all  around  a  burning  strand  ; 

Has  no  refreshing  shade. 

But  thou'rt  our  mighty  Rock  ; 

Thy  shadow  very  great  ! 
Where  all  thy  weary  pilgrim  flock 

Find  a  divine  retreat. 
4 

Though  once  with  sin  oppress'd, 

From  which  no  part  was  free  ; 
Our  greivances  are  now  redress'd, 

Dear,  glorious  man,  in  thee. 
5 

In  thee  we  now  have  found 

Whate'er  we  lost,  and  more  ; 
We  see  thy  grace  much  more  abound, 

Than  sin  had  done  before. 
6 

Thy  praise  be  our  employ  ; 

Thy  glories  ever  shine  ; 
All  our  salvation,  hope  and  joy, 

Art  thou,  O  man  divine  ! 

HYMN  46.      L.  M. 

-I  HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought  ; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2 
No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 
Can   cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt  ; 


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But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  all-sufficient  sacrifice. 

3 
Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
Assumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  so  hard. 

4 
"  Behold  I  come  !  (the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes)  ; 
I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5 
'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6 
I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
And  rebels  to  obedience  draw 
When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

7 
The  spirit  shall  descend  and  show 
What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 
The  wond'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 
Thy  wisdom  and  thy  righteousness." 

HYMN  47.     P.  M. 

t^ANAAN  promis'dis  before  ; 

Come  let  us  forward  go, 
Not  the  ocean,  nor  its  roar, 

Nor  the  Egyptian  foe, 
May  obstruct,  when  God  commands  ; 

His  pow'r  on  our  behalf  he  shows  ; 


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Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flows. 
2 
Pharaoh's  hosts,  our  flesh  and  sense, 

Press  hard  upon  our  rear  ; 
Vainly  strive  to  cause  offence, 

Or  make  the  spirit  fear  : 
God  protects  us  in  his  hand, 

Whilst  vengeance  on  his  foes  he  throws 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flows. 
3 
Roaring  floods  clap  hands  aloud, 

To  drive  us  back  again  ; 
Seas  of  trials  vastly  crowd 

T'  affright  the  sons  of  men  : 
Jesus  bids  us  quiet  stand, 

Whilst  he  his  great  salvation  shows  : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flows. 
4 
Seas  divide  before  our  face, 

And  stand  upon  an  heap  ; 
Mighty  waters,  by  his  grace, 

Shrink  from  the  fearful  deep  : 
On  we  march  at  his  command, 

Nor  dread  the  power  of  our  foes  : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flows. 
5 
Love,  which  God  to  us  doth  shew, 

Strikes  the  Egyptians  dead  ; 
Floods,  which  give  us  passage  through, 

Return  upon  their  head  : 
Dead  we  see  them  on  the  strand, 

Nor  can  they  further  us  pursue  ; 
We  are  in  Immanuel's  land, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flow, 
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HYMN  48.      S.  M. 

J.  HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
;c  Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 

By  which  I  will  be  known. 
2 

Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress, 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 

To  my  recov'ring  grace." 
3 

Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own 
Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 

In  thee,  O  Lord,  alone. 
4 

In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 

And  take  the  saints  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  49.      S.  M. 

O  CHRIST  !  O  love  divine  ! 

How  wonderful  art  thou  ! 
What  heav'nly  beauties  in  thee  shine  ! 

What  mercies  from  thee  flow  ! 
2 

Lo  !  thou  art  all  we  need, 

To  make  us  truly  bless'd  ;  ! 
Thy  worshippers  are  all  agreed, 

Thou  art  the  sinner's  rest. 
3 

When  blows  the  stormy  wind, 

The  rage  of  man  or  hell, 


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A  hiding  place  in  thee  we  find, 

Shelter'd  in  peace  we  dwell. 
4 

When  Satan,  sin  and  law, 

Do  fiercely  all  unite, 
Most  fearfully  on  us  to  draw 

A  dark,  tempestuous  wight  ; 
5 

When  thunders  roar  aloud 

Through  the  distemper'd  sky  : 
Like  lightnings  from  the  sulph'rous  cloud. 

When  dreadful  curses  fly  : 
6 

Despairing,  guilty  fears, 

In  fiery  tempest  rQll, 
And  when  the  second  death  appears 

To  fright  the  trembling  soul  : 
7 

By  faith  in  thee  made  bold, 

We  smile  when  tempests  fall  ; 
Thou  art  the  man  promis'd  of  old, 

To  cover  us  from  all. 

HYMN  50.      C.  M. 

%3  ESUS,  thou  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

All  glorious  and  divine 
Thy  people  with  thy  presence  bless  ; 

In  their  assemblies  shine. 
2 
Thy  healing  beams  alone  can  cheer 

Hearts  pain'd  with  inward  grief ; 
The  soul  oppress'd  with  guilt  and  fear 

In  thee  finds  sweet  relief. 
3 
If  thou  thy  righteousness  display 

And  make  thy  merits  known, 


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Sinners  shall  learn  thy  wond'rous  grace. 

And  saints  thy  goodness  own. 
4 
Our  tongues  shall  thy  redeeming  love 

With  sacred  rapture  tell  ; 
And  loud  resound  Immanuel's  praise. 

Who  saves  from  death  and  hell. 


HYMN  51.      CM. 


PART      FIRST. 


W  HEN  all  the  virtues  of  the  wood 

Impartially  we  trace  ; 
The  apple  tree,  as  rare  and  good, 

First  claims  the  highest  place  : 
2 
Beauteous,  and  rare,  it  stands  admir'd 

Amongst  a  thousand  trees  ; 
Its  fragrance,  fruit,  and  shade  desir'd, 

"To  quicken,  feed  and  please. 
3 
Just  so,  excelling  heav'n  and  earth, 

Is  my  Beloved  seen 
Amongst  the  sons  of  royal  birth, 

The  sons  of  Cxod  or  men  : 

4 
Above  them  all  he  stands  alone, 

Pre-eminent  and  rare  ; 
The  Father's  first  begotten  Son, 

None  may  with  him  compare. 
5 
He,  as  the  man  of  God's  right  hand, 

Is  all  perfection  seen  ; 
Whilst  angels  charg'd  with  folly  stand., 

And  heaven's  declar'd  unclean. 


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6 
When  blasted  ev'ry  tree  beside, 

Still  he  affords  a  shade  ; 
A  safe  asylum  for  his  bride, 

Which  love  eternal  made. 


, PART     SECOND. 

7 
His  fragrant  name  our  hearts  shall  cheer, 

As  ointments  poured  forth  ; 
More  than  the  names  which  angels  bear, 

Or  men  of  highest  worth. 
8 
Unsav'ry  all  the  sons  we  prove, 

Their  worth  no  more  can  see  ; 
The  fragrance  of  eternal  love 

Comes  forth,  dear  Lamb,  from  thee. 

9 

Thy  fruits,  thy  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 

Are  perfect  evermore  ; 
Whilst  all  beside  are  green  and  sour, 

Or  rotten  at  the  core. 
10 
Live  thou,  of  all  the  sons  admir'd, 

The  only  just  and  good  ; 
As  stands  the  apple  tree  desir'd, 

In  the  unfruitful  wood. 

HYMN  52.      P.  M. 

W  HEN  elements  and  time  will  fade, 
(What  wisest  architects  have  made) 

Mould'ring  to  whence  it  came  ; 
God's  building  ever  shall  endure, 
In  all  things  order'd  well  and  sure, 

Christ  always  is  the  same. 


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When  we  the  inside  work  survey, 
What  grandeur  does  the  whole  display  I 

How  glorious  ev'ry  part  ! 
Earth's  beauties  all  are  far  too  mean, 
To  point  out  what's  in  Jesus  seen, 

When  he  attracts  the  heart. 
3 
Foundation,  Christ,  and  head  stone  too, 
The  Alpha  and  Omega  thou, 

Of  this  the  house  of  God  : 
A  lively  stone,  on  thee  I'm  built  ; 
And  wash'd  from  all  my  dreadful  guilt, 

In  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN  53.      P.  M. 

WONDERFUL  thy  name  we  call, 

And  wonderful  thou  art  ! 
We  in  spirit,  prostrate  fall, 

And  hail  thy  wounded  heart  I 
Thou  hast  us  redeem'd  to  God, 

From  ev'ry  nation,  kindred,  tongue  ; 
Thou  hast  wash'd  us  in  thy  blood, 

And  taught  us  the  new  song. 
2 
Jesus  only  is  the  Lord, 

He  only  holy  is  ; 
Jesus  is  by  us  ador'd, 

He  is  our  perfect  bliss  ; 
We  in  him,  and  he  in  us, 

Thro'  all  his  wounds,  and  death,  and  blood, 
In  one  body  on  the  cross 

Were  perfected  to  God. 
3 
Thou,  O  Christ,  in  Zion  prais'd, 

Whom  we  our  Saviour  call, 


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In  the  Godhead's  glory  rais'd 

Above  the  heavens  all  : 
Thee  we  bail,  thou  Prince  of  heav'n  ! 

'Tis  thee  we  hail,  thou  faithful  heart  ! 
Thou  thyself  to  us  hast  giv'n  ! 

All  hail  our  better  part  ! 
4 
Worthy  is  the  holy  Lamb, 

Pre-eminence  is  giv'n  1 
Greatly  glorious  is  his  name, 

Above  the  highest  heav'n  ! 
Yet  he  names  on  us  his  name, 

And  boldly  owns  the  brotherhood  ; 
Calls  us  brethren  without  shame, 

And  us  presents  to  God. 

HYMN  54.      L.  M. 

O  THOU,  in  whom  the  Gentiles  trust, 
Thou  only  holy,  only  just  ; 
O  tune  our  souls  to  praise  thy  name, 
Jesus  !  unchangeable,  the  same  ! 

2 
Glory  to  thee,  auspicious  Lamb  ! 
Thou  holy  Lord,  thou  great  I  Am  ! 
With  all  our  pow'rs  thy  grace  we  bless  ; 
Our  joy,  our  peace,  our  righteousness  ! 

3 
Live,  ever  glorious  Jesus  !  live, 
Worthy  all  blessings  to  receive  ! 
Worthy  on  high  enthron'd  to  sit, 
With  ev'ry  pow'r  beneath  thy  feet  ! 

4 
Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  sinful  man  ; 
Let  angels  sound  the  secred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen, 


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HYMN  55.      C.  M. 


JL  O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 
2 
His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 
3 
He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high  ; 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  !— 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ! 
4 
Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 
May  ev'ry  heart  with  rapture  say, 
The  Saviour  dy'd  for  me. 
5 
O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme        ' 

Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN  56.      C.  M. 

A  IS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands 
On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  sent  to  men  by  Moses'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  safe  to  heav'n. 
2 
'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  spilt. 
Nor  smoke  of  sweetest  smell, 


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Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guitt, 

Or  save  our  souls  from  hell. 
3 
Aaron  the  priest  resigns  his  breath, 

At  God's  immediate  will, 
And  in  the  desart  yields  to  death, 

Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 
4 
And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder  side 

The  tribes  of  Israel  stand, 
While  Moses  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 

Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 
5 
Israel  rejoice,  now  Joshua*  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  rest  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 

The  ruler  and  the  priest. 

HYMN  57.      C.  M. 

H.ARK  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 
2 
On  him,  the  spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 

His  holy  breast  inspire. 
3 
He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 


Joshua,  the  same  with  Jesus,  and  signifies  a  Saviour. 
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4 
He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eye  oppress'd  with  night, 

To  pour  celestial  day. 
5 
He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'-  in  rich  the  humble  poor. 
6 
Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  Heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  58.      C.  M, 

A  HE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 

The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and'  the  stars 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 
2 
No  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs< 

Nor  kid  nor  bullock  slain  ; 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
3 
Aaron  miust  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, 
When  God  himself  comes  down  to  be 

The  ofFring  and  the  priest. 
4 
He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 

And  prays  for  us  above* 


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HYMN  59.      L.  M. 

_T HE  lands,  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 
Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
Nations,  which  sat  in  death's  cold  shade, 
Are  bless'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2 
The  virgin's  promis'd  son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appear  : 
What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor. 

3 
This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  suckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  eternal.  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  son  of  David,  and  his  Lord. 

4 
The  government  of  earth  and  &eas 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominion  still  increase, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5 
Jesus,  the  holy  child,  shall  sit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crush  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

HYMN  60.     L.  M. 

-OEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  seed  1 
Behold  the  great  Messiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  superior  room  ! 

2 
Abrah'm,  the  saint,  rejoic'd  of  old 
When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw  : 


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Moses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3 
The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  design  and  ceas'd  j 
The  incense,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 

4 
Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  blessings  on  his  head  ; 
Jesus,  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  nations  own  the  promis'd  seed. 

HYMN  61.      P.  M. 

^URE  thy  name  is  Wonderful 

Counsellor,  the  mighty  God, 
Whom  the  heavenly  hosts  adore, 

Praise  we  through  the  earth  abroad, 
2 
Thou  the  Godhead  bearing  down 

To  the  sight  of  mortal  man, 
Flesh  in  form,  and  God  in  pow'r, 

Suited  art  to  all  thy  plan. 

r> 
O 

Center'd  in  thy  lovely  face, 

Judgment,  mercy,  both  appear  ; 
AH  the  Father's  honour  meets, 

All  his  glory  triumphs  here. 
4 
Thou  that  Prophet  art  and  King, 

Thou  the  Priest  foretold  to  rise  ; 
Thou  the  sacrificer  art, 

Thou  too  art  the  sacrifice. 
5 
Lamb  of  God,  that  once  was  slain,     - 

Bleeding  on  the  painful  tree*, 


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Risen  and  ascended  high, 

We  adore  thy  majesty. 
6 
Wonderful  art  thou  in  pow'r, 

Wonderful  art  thou  in  love  ; 
Be  thou  all  our  theme  below, 

Be  thou  all  our  heav'n  above  ! 

HYMN  62.      C.  M. 

©EE,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  see  ! 

Avi-ay'd  in  flesh,  thy  God, 
Cloth'd  with  my  whole  humanity, 

And  deeply  drench'd  in  blood  ! 
2 
My  flesh,  my  blood,  and  bone  espous'd  ; 

(O  the  amazing  plan  !) 
From  nature's  death  and  darkness  rous'd, 

When  God  became  a  man. 
3 
My  frame,  once  pure,  was  marr'd  and  harmMj 

Between  his   hands  quite  spoil'd  ; 
But  now  a  nobler  vessel  form'd, 

When  God  became  a  child. 
4 
At  Bethl'em  was  my  purer  birth, 

The  virgin  mother  mine, 
His  lieav'n  married  to  my  earth, 

In  Christ  the  man  divine. 

HYMN  63.         P.  M. 

W  HEN  God  would  prove  his  love 

To  all  the  ruin'd  race, 
Descending  from  above, 

As  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
He  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own. 
And  sav'd  us  in  himself  aldhe. 
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2 
Tbe  work  he  well  perform'd 

In  love  he  came  to  do  ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  he  storm'd, 

And  drove  th'  infernal  crew  ; 
O'er  death  itself  victorious  rose, 
Triumphant  over  all  our  foes. 

3 
Hail,  dear  almighty  King  ! 

We  praise  thee  for  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  victories  we  sing, 

Thou  Prince  of  life  and  peace  ; 
To  thee  eternal  praise  is  due, 
Who  by  thyself  mad'st  all  things  new. 

HYMN  64.      C.  M. 

MORTALS  awake,  with  Angels  join, 

And  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
2 
In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3 
Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flies, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  great, 

'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 
4 
Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  ^ager  joy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 


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5 
Hark  1  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  : 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 

Th'  harmonious,  heav'nly  throng. 
6 
Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  over  hail  ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  65.      CM. 

W  HAT  condescending  grace  and  love 

Did  Christ  for  us  display, 
Who  left  the  glorious  worlds  above, 

To  dwell  in  mortal  clay  ! 
2 
He  not  th'  angelic  form  assum'd, 

Nor  the  celestial  frame  : 
Though  angels  nobler  natures  boast, 

And  boast  a  nobler  name. 
3 
Behold,  of  Abrah'm's  faithful  seed 

The  great  Redeemer  born  ; 
See  him,  in  mortal  flesh  appear, 

Our  nature  to  adorn  ! 
4 
It  well  the  Saviour's  love  became, 

A  human  form  to  wear, 
That  he  might  thus  our  guilt  atone, 

And  our  transgressions  bear. 
5 
Jesus,  our  merciful  High  Priest, 

Inflam'd  with  love  divine, 
Redeem'd  his  people  with  his  blood, 

And  did  his  life  resign. 


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6 
Then  to  the  throne  of  sov'reign  grace.. 

Let  us  with  joy  draw  near, 
That  we  may  gain  a  rich  supply  ; 

For  all  we  want  is  there. 

HYMN  66.      L.  M. 

X  HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth  :  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2 
All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  j 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3 
Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worshippers  confound  ; 
But  Judah  shout,  but  Sion  sing, 
And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 

HYMN  67.       C.  M. 

HOW  strange  the  tidings,  how  profound  ! 

That  God  a  man  should  be  ; 
In  servant's  form  the  Lord  was  found, 

To  make  us  servants  free. 
2 
Our  Father  lov'd  us  worms  so  well, 

He  put  our  nature  on, 
And  thus  became  Immanuel, 

The  Father  and  the  Son. 
3 
He  finish'd  what  his  love  began, 

For  Adam's  ruin'd  race  ; 


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We  see  the  God  shine  through  the  man, 

In  dear  Imman'el's  face. 
4 
This  sacred  unity  maintains 

Our  constant  peace  with  God  : 
Our  sins  aton'd  for  by  his  pains, 

His  sorrow,  and  his  blood. 


HYMN  68.      C.  M. 

iY  WAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue 

Adore  th'  eternal  word. 
2 
That  awful  word,  that  sov'reign  pow'r. 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made  ; 
(O  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  !) 

Was  once  in  flesh  array'd  ! 
3 
Then  shone  almighty  pow'i*and  love 

In  all  their  glorious  forms  : 
When  Jesus  left  the  throne  above 

To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 
4 
To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies  ; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 

That  worthless  man  might  rise. 
5 
Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 
With  rapture  then,  let  mortal  tongues 

Their  grateful  worship  pay. 


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6 
What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  1 

With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 

Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

HYMN  69.      C.  M. 

W  hile  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
2 
■"  Fear  not,  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ;) 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 
3 
To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ! 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
4  | 
The  heav'nly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands,    . 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 
5 
Thus  spake  the  Seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  Angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song  : 
6 
«  All  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease." 


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HYMN  70.     P.  M. 

W  E  celebrate  the  praise,  to  day. 
Of  Godhead  manifest  in  clay, 

And  of  a  woman  born  ! 
The  promis'd  Son  to  us  is  giv'n, 
The  glories  of  indulgent  heav'n 

Our  nature  doth  adorn. 
2 
Let  it  be  told  in  distant  lands, 
How  softly  wrapt  in  swaddling  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid, 
Was  he,  whom  we  with  joy  confess, 
The  glorious  Lord,  our  righteousness  ! 

Born  of  the  favour'd  maid. 

O 

Long  did  the  saints  with  ardour  sigh 
To  see  his  day,  and  thus  did  cry, 

"  Desire  of  nations  come  :" 
More  bless 'd  are  we  who  see  and  prove, 
The  fulness  of  the  Father's  love 

The  state  of  man  assume. 
4 
The  Lord  himself  hath  giv'n  the  sign 
Of  richest  grace  and  love  divine, 

Promis'd  of  old  to  man  ; 
How  that  a  virgin  should  conceive  ; 
The  wond'rous  tidings  we  believe, 

And  praise  her  first  born  son. 

HYMN  71.      P.  M. 

-H-ARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild- 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd, 


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""  2 

Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 

Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 

Nature  rise  and  worship  him, 

Who  is  born  at  Bethlehem. 
3 

Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 

Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 

Offspring  of  the  virgin's  womb. 

4 
Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus'  our  Immanuel  here. 

5 
Hail  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  around  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

6 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  men  no  more  may  die  j 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  eartfi  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

HYMN  72.      P.  M. 

J-iET  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Sing  of  the  great  Redeemer's  birth  ! 

That  once-despised  man  : 
O  how  immense  the  mystery  ! 
The  Father  of  eternity 

Contracted  to  a  span. 
2 
The  fallen  sons  of  men  he  took, 
As  members  written  in  his  book, 

And  did  our  state  assume. 


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That  we  with  him,  from  sin  set  free, 
Pure,  holy,  undcfiTd,  might  be, 

And  thus  to  glory  come. 
3 
Lo  !  then  a  man  was  born  again, 
Exempt  from  Adam's  dreadful  stain, 

And  fully  meet  for  heav'n  ; 
With  him  the  fallen  sons  of  earth 
Are  born  of  God,  this  their  new  birth, 

Which  grace  to  them  has  giv'n. 
4 
With  Angel  hosts  we  join  to  sing 
The  praises  of  our  new  born  King, 

Our  God  incarnate  bless  ; 
Whose  holy,  strange,  mysterious  birth, 
Brought  heav'nly  joys  to  sons  of  earth, 

With  peace  and  righteousness. 

HYMN  73.      P.  M. 

A  RISE,  and  hail  the  happy  day  ; 
Cast  all  low  cares  of  life  away, 

And  thought  of  meaner  things  : 
This  day  to  cure  our  deadly  woes, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  arose, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. 
2 
If  angels,  on  that  happy  morn 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  was  born, 

Pour'd  forth  their  joyful  songs  ; 
Much  more  should  we  of  human  race. 
Adore  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

To  whom  that  grace  belongs. 
3 
O  then  let  heav'n  and  earth  rojoice. 
Let  ev'ry  creature  join  his  voice, 

To  hymn  the  happy  day  ; 
G 


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"W  hen  satan's  empire  vanquish'd  fell, 
And  all  t>»t  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell 
Confess'd  his  sov'reign  sway. 

HYMN  74.     P.  M. 

C^OME.  join  with  angel  hosts  to  cry, 
Glory  to  God,  to  God  on  high  j 

Peace  on  rebellious  earth  ; 
To  man  good  will  abounds  from  heav'n  ; 
The  proof  of  all  is  richly  giv'n 

In  Christ's  mysterious  birth  ! 
2 
What  things  are  these  which  angels  say  ? 
A  Saviour  born  !  yea,  born  to  day, 

In  David's  native  town  : 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
For  so  declares  the  heav'nly  word  ; 

Hear,  wonder,  and  bow  down  ! 
3 
The  wonderful,  the  holy  chBd, 
The  everlasting  Father  styl'd, 

The  mighty  God  art  thou  ; 
The  Counsellor,  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Whose  glorious  kingdom  ne'er  shall  cease, 

Nor  wars,  nor  tumults  know. 
4 
The  cloud  on  our  nativity 
Dispels  in  this  thy  mystery, 

Thou  holy,  undefil'd  : 
Our  sinful  nature's  born  again 
In  this  thy  birth,  without  a  stain, 

And  can  no  more  be  spoil'd. 

HYMN  75.     P.  M. 

O  SIGHT  of  anguish  !  view  it  near- 
What  weeping  innocence  is  here, 
A  manger  for  his  bed  I 


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The  brutes  yield  refuge  to  his  woe  ; 
Men,  the  worse  brutes,  no  pity  show, 

Nor  give  him  friendly  aid. 
o 
Did  he,  that  infant  bath'd  in  tears, 
Call  into  form  the  rolling  spheres  ? 

Did  seraphs  wait  his  nod  ? 
Helpless  he  calls — but  man  delays  : 
The  moral  chaos  disobeys, 

This  offspring  of  a  God. 

3 
Say,  radiant  seraphs  thron'd  in  light, 
Did  love  e'er  tow'r  so  high  a  flight  ? 

Or  glory  sink  so  low  ? 
This  wonder  angels  scarce  declare, 
Angels  the  rapture  scarce  can  bear, 

Or  equal  thanks  bestow. 
4 
Redemption  !  'tis  a  boundless  theme  ; 
Thou  boundless  Mind,  our  hearts  inflame 

With  ardour  from  above  : 
Words  are  but  faint — let  joy  express  ; 
Vain  is  mere  joy — Men,  Angels  bless 

This  prodigy  of  love. 

HYMN  76.      C.  M. 

J  OY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  Heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2 
Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 


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3 

No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  conies  to  make  his  blessings  flow 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
4 
He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 


HYMN  77.      P.  M. 

&EE,  my  soul,  with  wonder  see 
Th'  incarnate  Deily  : 
Human  nature  he  assumes, 
He  to  ransom  sinners  comes. 
He  was  not  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
He  was  infinitely  clean  ; 
Him  no  sinful  spot  disguis'd, 
Yet,  lo  !  he  was  circumcis'd. 

2 
He  fulfilPd  all  righteousness, 
Standing  in  our  legal  place, 
From  the  cradle  to  the  cross, 
All  he  did  he  did  for  us. 
He  did  all  our  woes  retrieve, 
He  expir'd  that  we  might  live  : 
By  his  stripes  our  wounds  are  heal'd? 
By  his  blood  our  peace  is  seal'd. 

o 

Jesus'  pain  procures  our  ease  ; 
Jesus'  death  is  our  release  ; 
Jesus'  cross  obtains  our  crown  ; 
Jesus'  sepulchre  our  throne, 


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In  thy  righteousness  array'd, 
Let  us  triumph  and  be  glad  ; 
Let  us  walk  with  thee  in  white, 
'Till  we  see  thy  face  in  light. 

HYMN  78.     C.  M. 

PART      FIRST. 

THIS  is  the  fast  that  I  will  choose, 

The  burdens  to  undo  ; 
The  bands  of  wickedness  to  loose, 

And  let  the  pris'ner  go  : 
2 
Let  such,  who  are  oppress'd,  be  freed  ; 

Break  ev'ry  yoke  in  twain, 
Gladly  supply  the  brethren's  need, 

And  thus  allay  their  pain  : 
3 
To  hungry  souls  to  deal  thy  bread, 

Nor  thrust  them  from  thy  door, 
But  in  thine  house  a  table  spread, 

For  all  the  cast-out  poor  : 
4 
To  all  the  naked  cov'ring  give, 

Their  drooping  hearts  refresh  ; 
Nor  hide  thyself,  whilst  thou   dost  live 

From  those  who're  thine  own  flesh. 
5 
Attentive  to  the  heav'nly  word 

We  stand  convicted  deep, 
That  we  ourselves,  before  the  Lord, 

This  fast  can  never  keep  : 
6 
But  up  we  look  unto  our  Head, 

Jesus  the  fast  hath  kept  ; 
And  us  in  him  through  all  he  did, 

The  Father  doth  accept, 
G2 


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PART     SECOND. 
7 

Christ  kept  the  fast,  which  God  did  choose  ; 

Our  burdens  did  undo  ; 
Our  bands  of  wickedness  did  loose, 

And  let  us  pris'ners  go  : 
8 
From  sin's  oppression  us  he  freed, 

Brake  ev'ry  yoke  in  twain, 
Gladly  supply'd  his  brethren's  need, 

And  sav'd  us  from  hell's  pain. 
9 
To  us  he  deals  the  living  bread, 

Nor  thrusts  us  from  his  door  ; 
But  to  his  house,  and  table  spread, 

He  brings  us  cast-out  poor. 
10 
Cloth'd  with  the  labours  of  his  cross, 

He  did  our  hearts  refresh  ; 
Nor  did  lie  hide  himself  from  us, 

But  calls  us  his  own  flesh. 
11 
Hail,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  ! 

All  hail,  thou  first  and  last  ! 
O'er  all  our  foes  we  shall  prevail, 

For  thou  hast  kept  the  fast. 
12 
Complete  in  thee,  our  dearest  Lord, 

Thy  works  as  ours  are  known  : 
We  now  encourag'd  by  thy  word, 

Conclude  thy  fast's  our  own. 


HYMN  79.      L.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  blind  their  sight  rec 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 


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The  dumb  speak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  1 

o 

Thus  doth  th'  eternal  spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  his  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3 
He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises,  and  appears  to  God  ! 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4 
Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

HYMN    80.         P.M. 

V  E  scarlet  colour'd  sinners  come  ; 
Jesus  the  Lord,  invites  you  home  ; 

O  whither  can  you  go  ? 
What  !  are  your  crimes  of  crimson  hue  ? 
His  promise  is  for  ever  true, 

He'll  wash  you  white  as  snow. 
2 
Backsliding  souls  fill'd  with  your  ways, 
Whose  weeping  nights  and  wretched  days 

In  bitternesss  are  spent  ! 
Return  to  Jesus,  he'll  reveal 
His  lovely  face  and  sweetly  heal 

What  you  so  much  lament. 
3 
Tried  souls  !  look  up — he  says  'tis  I — 
He  loves  you  still,  but  means  to  try 

If  faith  will  bear  the  test  ; 


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The  Lord  has  giv'n  the  chiefest  good. 
He  shed  for  you  his  precious  blood  ; 

O  trust  him  for  the  rest  ! 
4 
Ye  tender  souls,  draw  hither  too, 
Ye  grateful,  highly  favour'd  few, 

Who  feel  the  debt  you  owe  ;— 
Press  on,  the  Lord  hath  more  to  give  ; 
By  faith  upon  him  daily  live, 

And  you  shall  find  it  so. 

HYMN  81.      P.  M. 

OONS  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long  expected  star  ; 
Jacob's  star,  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewilder'd  nature  right. 

2 
Fear  not  hence  that  there  shall  flow 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  ; 
Wars  are  quell'd  and  tumults  cease, 
As  appears  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

3 
Mild  he  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
Scatt'ring  error's  wide-spread  night, 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

4 
Nations  all,  far  off  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear  ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there. 

5 
There  behold  the  day  spring  rise, 
Pouring  eye  sight  on  your  eyes  ; 
God  in  his  own  light  survey, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


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Sing,  ye  morning  stars  again  ; 
God  descends  on  earth  to  reign  ! 
Deigns  for  man  his  life  t'  employ, 
Shout,  ye  sons  of  God,  for  joy. 

HYMN  82.      C.  M. 

XXARK  !  'tis  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Speaks  to  his  chosen  few  ; 
'Tis  he  who  leads  the  wand'ring  blind, 

In  ways  they  could  not  know. 
2 
'Tis  he  who  says,  "  Go  forth,  my  friends, 

Proclaim  my  truth  to  all  ; 
Inform  each  soul  my  grace  extends 

As  wide  as  Adam's  fall. 
3 
Tell  sinners  of  the  deepest  dye, 

That  they  might  life  obtain, 
I  chose  the  cursed  death  to  die, 

And  taste  infernal  pain  ! 
4 
What  though  my  ransom'd  may  refuse, 

The  message  to  receive  ; 
And  you,  the  messengers,  abuse, 

Yet  still  I  came  to  save. 
5 
Yea,  should  the  tempter  still  prevail, 

To  blind  my  people's  eyes  ; 
In  my  great  day  I'll  rend  the  veil 

From  all  beneath  the  skies. 
6 
Then  ev'ry  eye  shall  see  the  grace, 

You  now  in  faith  declare  ; 
And  I  myself,  from  ev'ry  face, 

Will  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear." 


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HYMN  83.      S.  M, 


AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  j 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
2 

Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r  ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 
3 

Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  j 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 
4 

Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  king. 
5 

Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

HYMN  84.      C.  M, 

o AVIOUR  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love, 
How  sweet  thy  gracious  name  ! 

With  joy  that  errand  we  review, 
On  which  thy  mercy  came. 
2 

While  all  thine  own  angelic  bands 
Stood  waiting  on  the  wing, 


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Charm'd  with  the  honour  to  obey 

Their  great,  eternal  King. 
3 
For  us— mean,  wretched,  sinful  men— 

Thou  laid'st  that  glory  by  ; 
First  in  our  mortal  flesh  to  serve, 

Then  in  that  flesh  to  die. 
4 
Bought  with  thy  service  and  thy  blood, 

We  doubly,  Lord,  are  thine  : 
To  thee  our  lives  we  would  devote, 

To  thee  our  death  resign. 

HYMN  85.      C.  M. 

J  ESUS,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

How  excellent  thy  name  ! 
Unclouded  heaven's  in  thy  face. 

Thou  venerable  Lamb. 
2 
Though  thou  wast  rich  in  righteousness, 

Divinely  pure  within  ; 
Yet  didst  thou  feel  hell's  deep  distress, 

When  made  our  curse  and  sin. 

3 

Though  thou  wast  infinitely  high 

And  rich,  yet  didst  thou  take 
The  deepest  shame  and  poverty, 

And  for  the  sinner's  sake  : 
4 
That,  through  thy  poverty  and  loss, 

We  might  be  rich  and  bless'd  ; 
And,  by  the  labours  of  thy  cross, 

Might  gain  eternal  rest. 
5 
Our  dearest  Lord,  we  bless  thy  grace? 

Thy  wond'rous  love  admire  ; 


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To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

May  all  the  world  desire. 
6 
Live,  Jesus,  live  forevermore  ; 

Whilst  all  the  sons  of  God 
Thy  glorious  person  shall  adore, 

And  bless  thy  grace  and  blood. 

HYMN  86.      L.  M. 

oO  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears  ! 
What  beauty  e'en  in  grief  appears  ! 
He  wept,  he  bled,  he  died  for  you  ; 
What  more,  ye  saints,  could  Jesus  do. 

2 
Enthron'd  above,  with  equal  glow 
His  warm  affections  downward  flow  ; 
In  our  distress  he  bears  a  part, 
And  feels  a  sympathetic  smart. 

3 
Still  his  compassions  are  the  same, 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame  ; 
Our  heaviest  burdens  he  sustains, 
Shares  in  our  sorrows,  and  our  pains. 

HYMN  87.       C.  M. 

J  ESUS,  thy  beauties  I  explore  ! 

Who  am  a  helpless  worm  j 
Adoring  now  and  evermore 

Thy  crucified  form. 
2 
When  on  thy  cross,  my  dearest  Lord. 

What  love  didst  thou  display  ! 
Eternal  annals  shall  record 

The  great  uncommon  day. 


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3 
My  God  !  my  God  !  was  then  the  cry, 

Why  hast  thou  me  forsook  ? 
Nature,  replying  with  a  sigh, 

In  strong  convulsions  shook. 
4 
More  marr'd  than  any  man's  thy  face, 

Thy  judgment's  took  away  ; 
Nor  men,  nor  angels  then  could  trace 

Thy  mystery,  thy  day. 
5 
Though  satan  once  did  us  enslave, 

Now  thou  hast  bruis'd  his  head  ; 
And  in  thyself  didst  fully  save 

Thy  lov'd,  thy  royal  seed. 
6 
Hence  everlasting  praise  belongs 

To  thee,  our  God  and  King  ; 
Do  thou  but  influence  our  song, 

And  we  will  ever  sing. 

HYMN  88.      L.M. 

JjEAR  Lamb  !  thy  humble  state  we  sing, 
Thy  name,  thy  wounds  and  blood  we  praise  ; 
We  own  thee,  infant  God,  our  King, 
And  to  thy  throne  our  hearts  we  raise. 

2 
Humbled  in  poverty  and  pain, 
Temptation  sore,  contempt  and  scorn, 
The  curse  of  death  for  to  sustain, 
Was  the  eternal  Father  born. 

3 
Emptied  of  all,  for  tort'ring  smart, 
His  honour  and  his  judgment  lost  : 
Deep,  unknown  sorrows  fill'd  his  heart, 
His  soul  with  fierce  temptations  toss'd. 
H 


86 

4 
By  this,  the  everlasting  grace, 
And  boundless  love  of  God  appears  ; 
By  this,  we  see  the  Father's  face, 
Where  lost  are  all  our  sins  and  fears. 

HYMN  89.     L.  M. 

▼V  HAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring, 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes,  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2 
Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  stood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  ; 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 
Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madness  there. 

3 
All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  sustain'd  amazing  loss  ; 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

4 
Honour  immortal  must  be  paid, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glories  shine  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5 
Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bare  the  curse  for  wretched  men  1 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  90.      L.  M. 

JLlEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 


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Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2 
In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice,  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  design. 

3 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  ; 
Those  dreadful  surf' rings  of  thy  Son, 
Aton'd  for  sins  which  we  had  done. 

4 
The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  restor'd  ; 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5 
O,  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame. 

HYMN  91.      L.  M. 


PART    FIRST. 

0  LAMB  !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  King, 

1  could  for  ever  speak  of  thee  ! 

Thy  suff  'rings  and  thy  conquests  sing, 
O  !  the  dear  Lamb  who  died  for  me. 

2 
What  sufferings  didst  not  thou  sustain  ! 
From  chains  and  bonds  my  soul  to  free  ; 
What  horrors,  grief,  and  unknown  pain  I 
O  !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  felt  for  me. 


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3 
At  supper  with  thy  family, 
The  pains  of  wrath  caught  hold  on  thee  ; 
Then  the  important  hour  drew  nigh, 
That  my  dear  Lamb  should  die  for  me. 

4 
When  to  the  garden  he  withdrew, 
How  sore  amaz'd  and  griev'd  was  he, 
Beyond  what  mortals  ever  knew  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb  who  griev'd  for  me. 

5 
Prostrate  himself,  he  humbly  lays  ; 
Great  ruddy  drops  of  sweat  I  see 
Fall  from  him  whilst  he  weeps  and  prays-: 
O  that  dear  Lamb  who  pray'd  for  me. 

PART     SECOND. 

6 
They  buffeted  my  Lord  and  God  ; 
Yea,  on  thy  cheek,  O  Christ,  smote  thee., 
The  Judge  of  Israel,  with  a  rod  ; 
O  I  that  dear  Lamb,  thus  smote  for  me. 

7 
Revil'd,  and  scourg'd,  spit  on,  abus'd, 
Condemned  to  the  fatal  tree, 
Of  all  that's  vile  and  base,  accus'd  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  accus'd  for  me. 

8 
The  cross  they  on  his  shoulders  lay  ; 
To  bear  the  same  the  Lamb  was  free, 
Until,  oppress'd  he  faints  away  ; 
O  !  the  dear  Lamb  who  faints  for  me. 

9 
They  nail'd  him  to  the  tort'ring  wood  ; 
His  pierced  hands  and  feet  I  see  ; 
From  every  wound  fresh  streams  of  blood  ; 
Q  !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  bled  for  me. 


89 


10 
They  lift  him  high  upon  the  cross, 
Naked  in  blood,  that  all  might  see  ; 
Whilst  Angels  gaze,  and  bow,  and  blush  ; 

0  !  that  dear  Lamb  accurs'd  for  me. 

HYMN  92.     L.  M. 

JM  Y  song  shall  be  of  him  who  died 
Upon  the  mount  of  Calvary  « 
His  name,  his  blood,  and  nought  beside 
Shall  be  my  theme  eternally. 
2 

1  view  him  in  his  infant  form, 
Poor,  helpless,  in  a  manger  laid  ; 
To  rescue  me,  a  worthless  worm, 
Th*  eternal  Word  my  flesh  was  made. 

3 
Despis'd  and  friendless  was  the  Lamb, 
Abased  to  a  low  degree, 
Refus'd  by  all  with  scorn  and  shame, 
That  he  our  faithful  Friend  might  be. 

4 
Mark  how  he  loves  his  blood  bought  friends  ! 
When  in  his  greatest  agony 
He  pleads  for  them,  he  them  defends, 
They're  as  the  apple  of  his  eye. 

5 
For  when  the  multitude  came  on 
To  drag  him  to  the  painful  tree  ; 
"  Whom  seek  ye  ?"  (said  the  Holy  One) 
"  If  me  you  seek,  the  children  free." 

6 
When  thus  accepted,  in  our  stead, 
Justice  the  sinner  did  release, 
And  for  the  members  smote  the  Head, 
Chastis'd  him  for  our  breach  of  peace. 
H2 


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HYMN  93.     P.  M. 

H.  AIL,  Jesus,  perfect  God  and  Man, 
Sole  Author  of  Salvation's  plan  ; 

Thou  felt'st  our  misery  : 
Perfect,  through  sufferings,  thou  wast  made  ; 
The  members,  perfect  as  their  head, 

With  joy,  salvation  cry. 
2 
Obedient  to  thy  blood  and  death, 
Obedient  to  th'  inspiring  breath, 

Are  all  our  inward  pow'rs  : 
Thy  body  we  ;  in  thee  belov'd  : 
Thy  sorrows  hath  our  joy  improv'd  ; 

Eternal  life  is  ours. 

O 

Barr'd  is  the  way  to  happiness  ; 

The  mind  kept  back  from  perfect  peace, 

Until  the  Saviour's  known  : 
Known  as  a  man,  yet  God  with  us, 
Who  bear  our  mis'ries  on  the  cross, 

And  made  them  all  his  own. 

4 
Hence,  on  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 
I  soar  from  earth  to  dwell  above, 

Where  thou  hast  led  the  way  : 
Whilst  heights  of  bliss  my  soul  surprise, 
Thy  wounded  form  still  bids  me  rise 

To  brighter,  brighter  day. 
5 
I  welcome  ev'ry  state  with  thee, 
Since  thou  wilt  my  companion  be, 

Through  all  this  field  of  blood  : 
Thy  life  preserves  my  heaven  sure, 
Thou  shalt  be  now  and  evermore 

My  Jesus,  and  my  God. 


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HYMN  94.      L.  M. 

1  IS  finished  !  loud  the  echo  sounds, 
Our  ransom  price  is  fully  paid  ; 
The  Father's  pleas'd  to  see  those  wounds, 
Where  sin  is  slain,  and  vengeance  staid. 

2 
His  lifeless  body  drain'd  of  blood, 
Then  was  fulfill'd  the  faithful  word, 
Spoken  of  old  by  men  of  God, 
How  nature  spoil'd  should  be  restor'd  ; 

3 
'Twas  done  !  when  radiant  he  arose 
Triumphant  over  death  and  hell  ; 
Then  in  him  rose  the  darling  spouse, 
With  him  in  all  his  bliss  to  dwell. 

4 
God's  royal  clothing  now  are  we, 
And  he  hath  mark'd  us  with  his  name, 
Together  with  the  Son  made  free, 
Forever  perfect  without  blame  : 

5 
One  life,  one  joy,  with  him  we  have  : 
Whilst  in  this  world's  bewilder'd  maze, 
We  nothing  more  desire  or  crave, 
Incessantly  we  Jesus  praise. 

HYMN  95.       C.  M. 

J.  HUS  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
"  Awake,  my  dreadful  sword  ; 

Awake,  my  wrath,  and  smite  the  man, 
My  fellow,"  saith  the  Lord. 
2 

Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command, 
And,  armed,  down  she  flies  ; 


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Jesus  submits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 

And  bows  his  head  and  dies. 
3 
But  O  the  wisdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 
He  dies  to  save  our  guilty  race, 

And  yet  he  rises  too. 
4 
A  person  so  divine  was  he, 

Who  yieldedto  be  slain, 
That  he  could  give  his  soul  away, 

And  take  his  life  again. 
5 
«  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high," 

Let  ev'ry  nation  sing  ; 
And  angels  sound,  with  endless  joy, 

The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN  06.      L.  M, 

"WORTHY  is  Christ,  our  Paschal  Lamb, 
Who  bow'd  his  head,  and  bore  our  shame, 
On  God's  eternal  throne  to  reign  : 
For  he  for  us,  for  us,  was  slain. 

2 
For  ev'ry  people,  land,  and  tongue, 
He  calls  his  royal,  conqu'ring  throng  ; 
Let  all  thy  hosts,  thy  grace  confess, 
And  call  thee,  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 

3 
We  praise  thee,  thou  whose  spirit  rests 
On  us  thy  kings,  on  us  thy  priests  : 
Redeem'd  to  banquet  with  our  God, 
And  bought,  and  ransom'd  by  his  blood. 

4 
Let  ev'ry  spirit  now  with  thee, 
And  all  on  earth  and  all  on  sea, 


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Thy  "wisdom  bless,  and  fill  thy  throne 
With  worship  due  to  thee  alone. 

5 
Be  pow'r  and  riches  ever  thine  ! 
And  strength  and  majesty  divine  ! 
By  ev'ry  creature  reign  ador'd, 
The  only,  everlasting  Lord. 

HYMN  97.      S.  M. 

W  HEN  all  mankind  corrupt, 

Did  from  their  Maker  stray, 
Pursuing  each  the  fatal  road, 

That  to  destruction  lay  : 
2 

With  pity  most  divine, 

From  his  bright  throne  above, 
Did  Jesus  graciously  descend, 

Borne  on  the  wings  of  love. 
3 

Involv'd  in  guilt  he  found 

The  whole  apostate  race  ; 
Where  sin  and  guilt  did  most  abound, 

Still  more  abounds  his  grace. 
4 

While  heirs  of  wrath  we  stood, 

To  death  and  heli  a  prey  ; 
To  ransom  sinners  with  his  blood, 

He  gave  his  life  away. 

HYMN  98.      P.  M. 

J  ESUS,  and  him  crucify'd, 
Is  mine,  I  want  no  more  ; 

In  his  wounds  I'm  deep  inlaid  ; 
My  name  there  standeth  sure  ; 


94 

I  am  his,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

My  root  is  in  the  promis'd  land  ; 
I'm  a  branch  of  the  true  vine, 

The  plant  of  God's  right  hand. 
2 
In  the  Lamb,  my  fallow  ground 

Was  plough'd  with  painful  toil, 
That  which  did  with  thorns  abound 

Is  now  a  nobler  soil  : 
Christ's  the  soil  that's  rich  and  good  ; 

In  him  the  lov'd  plantation  grows ; 
Water'd  by  his  heav'nly  blood, 

Its  merit  always  flows. 

HYMN  99.     P.  M. 

-M Y  dear  Master,  Jesus  Christ, 

For  peace  to  thee  I  fly  ; 
In  the  Saviour,  I  am  blest 

To  all  eternity  : 
Free  from  care,  and  sin,  and  strife, 

I  rest  in  my  dear  bridegroom's  love  ! 
Ever  living  in  that  life, 

Which  Jesus  lives  above. 
2 
O  !  the  heights  of  Jesus'  grace, 

Which  I  so  richly  view  ; 
Saviour,  in  thy  lov'd  embrace, 

Are  blessings  ever  new  : 
Blessings,  constant  as  the  day, 

Flow  from  that  wounded  heart  of  thine  ; 
All  the  force  of  words  can't  say 

How  glorious,  how  divine. 
3 
Patient  he  the  cross  endur'd, 

Did  all  the  shame  despise, 
Well  he  knew  and  was  assur'd, 

This  bloody  sacrifice 


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Should  his  children  all  complete 

Id  spotless  truth  and  purity  ; 
This  the  joy  before  him  set 

When  he  engag'd  to  die. 
4 
Here  my  sin  and  curse  was  drown'd, 

Redemption  here  obtain'd  ; 
Here  the  peace,  once  lost,  was  found, 

And  life  eternal  gain'd  : 
Deuel  upon  the  cross,  in  him, 

Atonement  for  my  sin  I  see, 
Weeping  from  each  lifeless  limb 

For  enemies,  for  me. 


HYMN  100.      P.  M. 

CxLORY  unto  Jesus  be, 
From  the  curse  he  set  us  free  ; 
All  our  guilt  on  him  was  laid, 
He  the  ransom  fully  paid. 

2 
All  his  glorious  work  is  done, 
God's  well  pleased  in  his  Son  ; 
For  he  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
And  he  reigns  his  church's  Head. 

3 
His  redeem'd  his  praise  shout  forth, 
Ever  glorying  in  his  worth  ; 
Angels  sing  around  the  throne,- 
"  Thou  art  worthy  !  Thou  alone  !" 

4 
He  will  soon  return  again, 
And  his  saints  with  him  shall  reign  ; 
In  this  hope  they  joyful  say, 
"  Come,  Lord  Jesus— come  away." 


96 


HYMN  101.      S.  M. 

W  HAT  grace  and  love  divine, 
Did  Jesus  manifest  ! 
Oh  !  may  the  pure  celestial  flame 
Inspire  his  follVers'  breast ! 

2 
Though  in  the  form  of  God, 
With  glory  bright  array'd  : 
That  glory,  which  he  wore  above, 
For  us  aside  he  laid. 

3 
Himself  he  humbled  low, 
And  took  our  mortal  frame  : 
The  Prince  of  heav'n,  the  Lord  of  life, 
A  servant  once  became. 

4 
Obedient  unto  death, 
Lo  !  he  the  cross  sustains  ! 
To  free  us  from  almighty  wrath, 
And  everlasting  pains. 

5 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  confess 
Christ  the  adored  Lord  ; 
And  join.to  sing  his  wond'rous  grace, 
Ye  saints,  with  sweet  accord. 

HYMN  102.      L.  M. 

oTRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies  I 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2 
But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound  •; 


97 


The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3 
To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  grace  ! 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 
O,  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 

4 
And  did&t  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No,  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 

5 
Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6 
Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  pow'r  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart  ; 
Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  103.      L.  M. 

JN  O  more,  dear  Saviour,  will  I  boast 
Of  beauty,  wealth,  or  loud  applause  : 
The  world  hath  all  its  glories  lost, 
Amid  the  triumphs  of  thy  cross. 

2 
In  ev'ry  feature  of  thy  face, 
Beauty  her  fairest  charms  displays  ; 
Truth,  wisdom,  majesty  and  grace 
Shine  thence  in  sweetly  mingled  rays. 

r> 

Thy  wealth,  the  pow'r  of  thought  transcends, 
'Tis  vast,  immense  and  all  divine  : 
I 


98 


Thine  empire,  Lord,  o'er  worlds  extends  ; 
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  stars  are  thine. 

4 
Yet,  (O  how  marvellous  the  sight  !) 
I  see  thee  on  a  cross  expire  ; 
Thy  Godhead  veil'd  in  sable  night  ; 
And  angels  from  the  scene  retire. 

5 
But,  why  from  these  sad  scenes  retreat  ; 
Why  with  your  wings  your  faces  hide  r 
He  ne'er  appear'd  so  good,  so  great, 
As  when  he  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd. 

6 
The  indignation  of  a  God 
On  him  avenging  justice  hurl'd  : 
Beneath  the  weight  he  firmly  stood. 
And  nobly  sav'd  a  falling  world. 

7 
These  triumphs  of  stupendous  grace 
Surprise,  rejoice  andanelt  my  heart  ; 
Lord,  at  thy  cross  I  stand  and  gaze, 
Nor  would  I  ever  thence  depart  ! 

HYMN  104.      L.  M. 

JlXE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan 'd  beneath  your  load  ! 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you  ! 
A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood  ! 

3 
Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 


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But  lo  1  what  sudden  joys  We  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  1 

4 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5 
Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  Great  Deliv'rer  reigns  ! 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains  : 

6 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  !" 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ; 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  Where's  thy  sting  ? 
And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?" 

HYMN  105.      C.  M. 

x  ONDER — amazing  sight  ! — I  see 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God 
Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree. 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
2 
Behold,  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  ! 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun  ; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

o 

The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  the  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 

"This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
4 
So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive  : 


100 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 

The  sinner  sure  may  live. 
5 
O,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine—- 

Thine  it  shall  ever  be  ! 

HYMN  106.      P.  M. 

1l  ES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  rais'd  his  conqu'ring  head  : 
In  wild  dismay 
The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 
2 
Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly^  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 
-  And  worship  at  his  feet  : 
Joyful  they  come, 
And  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 
3 
Then  back  to  heav'n  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say, 
"  Jesus  who  bled 
Hath  left  the  dead  ; 
He  rose  to  day." 


101 


4 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell  ; 
\nd  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell  : 
Transported  cry, 
"  Jesus  who  bled 
Hath  left  the  dead 
No  more  to  die." 
5 
All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'd  us  with  thy  blood  ; 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
A\*ith  thee  we  rise, 
With  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain 
Beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  107.     L.  M. 

I_jET  us  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
To  sound  the  mighty  Saviour's  praise, 
And  sing,  he  dy'd  and  lives  again 
For  us,  the  fallen  sons  of  men. 

2 
He  bare  our  curse,  our  debt  he  paid, 
When  all  our  woes  on  him  were  laid  ; 
Our  midnight  darkness  chas'd  away, 
And  rais'd  us  to  eternal  day. 

3 
'Tis  finish'd,  saith  the  dying  God, 
For  man,  cry  all  his  wounds  and  blood 
Salvation  finish'd  was  for  us, 
In  Jesus,  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

4 
He,  fainting,  felt  death's  rude  divorce. 
To  put  his  testament  in  force  ; 
12 


102 

Wherein  to  man  he  did  bequeath 
The  labours  of  his  life  and  death. 

5 
Quickly  he  breaks  death's  feeble  chains, 
And  to  his  throne  ascends  again  ; 
There  sits  adorn 'd  with  wounds  and  blood, 
And  calls  us  wand'rers  home  to  God. 

6 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Zion  sing 
Unwearied  praise  to  Christ  their  King. 
He  is  our  Saviour,  God,  and  we 
Will  sound  his  name  eternally. 

HYMN  108.      C.  M. 

PART      FIRST. 

v/UR  glorious  Lord  is  rk'n  indeed  ! 

Death,  conquer'd,  lost  its  prize  ; 
The  grave  surrender'd  him  with  speed, 

When  he  essay'd  to  rise. 
2 
Up  rose  the  Saviour  from  the  dead  ! 

Down  all  opposers  fell  : 
Satan,  in  chains  of  triumph,  led  ; 

Trampling  on  death  and  hell. 
3 
To  banish  his  disciples'  fears, 

He  prov'd  himself  alive, 
By  all  his  wounds  and  bloody  scars  ; 

Then  did  their  hearts  revive. 

4 
With  them,  will  we  our  Lord  adore- ; 

For  them  and  us  he  dy'd  : 
He  lives,  he  lives,  and  dies  no  more 

Hence  we  are  justify'd. 


103 


5 
Nor  is  our  faith,  nor  preaching  vain  ; 

Nop  in  our  sins  are  wc  ; 
Since  Christ,  our  Head,  is  ris'n  again  ; 

And,  rising,  set  us  free. 

PART      SECOND. 

6 
Who  shall  condemn  ?  lo,  Jesus  dy'd, 

Yea,  rather,  lives  for  us  ; 
He  with  himself  hath  crucify'd 

Our  sins  upon  the  cross. 
7 
Hail,  risen  Saviour  !  thee  we  hail. 

Who,  by  Almighty  pow'r, 
Didst  over  death  and  hell  prevail  ; 

We  bless  the  glorious  hour. 
8 
High,  on  thy  father  David's  throne, 

Forever  live  and  reign  ; 
Till,  by  thine  own  right  hand  alone, 

Thine  ev'ry  foe  be  slain. 

HYMN  109.       CM. 

A  HE  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more  : 
Adore  the  scatt'rer  of  your  fears, 

Your  rising  God  adore  ! 
2 
The  saints,  when  he  resign'd  his  breath, 

Unclos'd  their  sleeping  eyes  : 
He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death, 

Again  the  dead  arise  ! 
3 
Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  wine -press  trod  : 
He  dy'd  and  suffer'd  as  a  man, 

He  rises  as  a  God. 


104 


In  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 

Forbid  an  early  rise 
To  him,  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 

And  opens  paradise. 

HYMN  110.     P.  M. 

ALL  is  hush'd,  the  battle's  o'er  ! 
Darkness  reigns  in  purple  gore  j 
Each  intelligence  intent 
Trembling  waits  the  great  event. 

All  are  in  suspense 

Here  I'll  stay,  nor  wander  hence, 
Till  the  day  spring  from  on  high 
Speaks,  who  gain'd  the  victory. 

2 
See,  a  gleam  of  light  appears  ! 
Combats  now  my  hope  and  fears  ; 
Now  the  heav'nly  glory's  come  ; 

0  !  who  starts  from  yonder  tomb, 
Cover'd  all  with  blood, 

Pale  and  wounded  ?  'Tis  my  God  ! 
'Tis  the  man,  who  conqu'ring  fell, 
Dying,  vanquish'd  death  and  hell  ! 

3 
Heav'nly  laurels  crown  his  head  ! 
Sin,  and  hell,  and  death  are  dead  ; 
The  old  serpent's  head  is  broke  ; 
Heav'n  by  violence  is  took. 
Hail  I  thou  conqu'ring  heart  ; 
Thou  my  new  creation  art  : 
Hail  !  my  flesh,  and  bone  and  blood  ; 
Hail  1  myself,  redeem'd  to  God. 

4 

1  in  him,  and  he  in  me, 
Perfect  one  in  mystery  ; 


105 


With  him,  where,  and  as  he  is, 

Fully  enter'd  into  bliss  : 

There  shall  I  abide, 

In  my  nature  purify 'd  : 

Here  I  enter  perfect  rest  : 

The  Father's  praise,  his  King  and  Priest. 

HYMN  111.      P.M. 

LyHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say, 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  Heav'ns,  and  earth  reply. 

2 
Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle's  won  : 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3 
Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell  : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4 
Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ; 
"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  I" 
Once  he  dy'd  our  souls  to  save  ; 
"  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?" 

5 
Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

6 
What  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall  ; 


106 

Second  life  we  now  receive, 
In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7 
Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n  ! 
Thee,  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Hail  !  the  Resurrection — Thou. 

HYMN  112.      CM. 

PART    FIRST. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 

And  pours  increasing' day. 
2 
O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapp'd 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day, 

Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 
3 
This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart, 

And  praise  on  ev'ry  tongue. 
4 
Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatter'd  blessings  from  its  wings, 

To  nations  yet  unborn. 
5 
Jesus,  the  Friend  of  human  kind, 

With  strong  compassion  mov'd, 
Descended,  like  a  pitying  God, 

To  save  the  souls  he  lov'd. 


107 


6 
The  pow'rs  of  darkness  leagu'd  in  vain 

To  bind  his  soul  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 

With  his  expiring  breath. 

PART    SECOND. 

7 
Our  Saviour's  conqu'ring  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
While  broke,  beneath  his  pow'rful  cross, 

Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 
8 
Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Through  him  is  pard'ning  love  dispens'd, 

And  boundless  blessings  flow. 
9 
And  still  for  erring,  guilty  man, 

A  brother's  pity  flows  ; 
And  still  his  bleeding  heart  is  touch'd 

With  mem'ry  of  our  woes. 
10 
To  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  n*y  King, 

Glad  homage  let  me  give  ;' 
And  stand  prepar'd  like  thee  to  die, 

With  thee  that  I  may  live. 

HYMN  113.      L.M. 

J.X  Jesus  who  was  crueify'd 

Alone  we  glory  and  confide  ; 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  with  joy  confess, 

The  Lord  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

2 
For  us  redemption  to  obtain, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  was  slain  ; 


108 

Saints  triumph  in  his  glorious  name, 
Who  by  his  death  our  foes  o'ercame. 

3 
To  banish  all  our  griefs  and  fears, 
For  us  the  great  High  Priest  appears  ; 
Jesus  that  suffer'd  in  our  stead, 
Forever  lives  our  cause  to  plead. 

4 
Behold,  enthron'd  at  God's  right  hand, 
Our  powerful  Intercessor  stand  ! 
The  Father's  reconciled  face 
Our  joyful  souls  with  rapture  trace. 

HYMN  114.     CM. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 
2 
Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanucl  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 
3 
Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  bless'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
4 
Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings. 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 


109 


HYMN  115.     L.M. 

W  HEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie  ; 
I  see  fulfill'd  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  pow'r  of  death  defy. 

2' 
This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered  death  : 
Sweet  pledge,  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

3 
Our  Surety  freed,  declares  -us  free, 
For  whose  offences  he  was  seiz'd  : 
In  his  release,  our  own  we  see, 
And  shout  to  view  Jehovah  pleas'd. 

4 
Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul  behold  ! 
See  the  rich'  diadem  he  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  an  harp  of  gold, 
To  crown  thy  joy  when  he  appears. 

5 
Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave.  > 

HYMN  116.      C.  M. 

IjLEST  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust,  , 

Ami  leave  his  last  abode  ! 
2 
In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
K 


110 

Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 

The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
3 
Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose 

And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 
4 
To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 

The  triumph  of  the  day. 
5 
Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas, 

With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

HYMN  117.     L.  M. 

GOD  is  gone  up,  our  Lord  and  King  ; 
With  shouts  of  joy  and  trumpet's  sound, 
To  him  repeated  praises  sing 
And  let  the  cheerful  song  go  round. 

2 
Your  utmost  skill  in  praise  be  shown 
For  him,  who  all  the  world  commands  ; 
Who  sits  upon  his  righteous  throne, 
And  spreads  his  love  to  distant  lands  ! 

3 
Ascending  high,  in  triumph,  thou 
Hast  gifts  receiv'd  for  sinful  men, 
And  captive  led  captivity, 
That  God  may  dwell  on  earth  again. 

4 
Ev'n  rebels  shall  partake  thy  grace- 
And  humble  proselytes  repair 


Ill 


To  worship  at  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  all  the  world  pay  homage  there. 

5 
For  benefits,  each  day  bestow'd, 
Be  daily  his  great  name  ador'd  ; 
Who  is  our  Saviour  and  our  God, 
Of  life  and  death  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

HYMN  118.     P.  M. 

O'HRIST  our  Head's  gone  up  on  high, 

And  we  his  body  are  ; 
All  our  sorrows  we'll  lay  by, 

And  each  distracting  care. 
Though  we  satan's  darts  may  feel, 

Yet  he  can  never  strike  us  dead  : 
He  may  bruise  us  on  the  heel 

But  cannot  reach  our  Head. 

HYMN  119.     L.  M. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  ; 
"  Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heav'nly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  !" 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right  ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 


112 

4 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqu'ror's  name. 

5 
Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay, 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  !" 

6 
"  Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  possess'd;, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  bless'd  ! 

HYMN  120.      P.  M. 

OLAP  your  hands,  ye  people  all, 
Praise  the  God  on  whom  ye  call  ; 
Lift  your  voice  and  shout  his  praise, 
Triumph  in  his   sov'reign  grace. 

2 
Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high, 
Takes  his  seat  above  the  sky  > 
Shout  the  angel  choirs  aloud, 
Echoing  to  the  trump  of  God  ! 

3 
Sons  of  men  the  triumph  join, 
Praise  him  with  the  hosts  divine  ;  ■ 
Emulate  the  heavenly  pow'rs 
Their  victorious  Lord  is  ours  ! 

4 
Shout  the  God  enthron'd  above  ! 
Trumpet  forth  his  conqu'ring  love  ; 
Praises  to  our  Jesus  sing, 
Praises  to  our  glorious  King  ! 


lis 


Pow'r  is  all  to  Jesus  giv'n, 

Pow'r  o'er  hell,  and  earth,  and  heav'n  ; 

Jesus,  power  to  us  impart, 

Then  we'll  praise  with  all  our  heart. 

HYMN  121.      L.  M. 

.LjORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky  ; 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2 
Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3 
How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4 
Rais'd  byjiis  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again 

HYMN   122.     P.  M. 

ixAIL  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ,  a  while  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven  : 
There  the  pompous  triumph  wait*< 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
K2 


114 

Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

2 
Him,  though  highest  heav'n  receives. 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  : 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3 
Master,  (may  we  ever  say) 
Taken  from  our  head  to  day, 
See  thy  faithful  servant,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight. 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Foll'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4 
Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come,     » 
Longing,  gasping  after  home  ; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heav'n  of  heav'n  in  thee. 

HYMN  123.     P.M. 

ANGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ; 

Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  : 

See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Glowing  with  immortal  bloom.     Hallelujah, 


115 


Tis  the  Saviour  !  Angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.     Hallelujah. 

3 
Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 
In  long  triumph  up  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.     Hallelujah. 

4 
Heaven  displays  her  portals  wide, 
Glorious  Jesus,  through  them  ride  ; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
Thy  great  Father's  and  thine  own.     Hallelujah 

5 
Praise  him  all  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  song  i 
let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong.     Hallelujah. 

6 
Ev'ry  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captiv'd  hell  : 
Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  king  ? 
'vVhere,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting  ?     Hallelujah. 

HYMN  124.      CM. 

vJ  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God  the  Sov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ. 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 
2 
Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high  ; 

His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 

Witli  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 


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While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
4 
Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 

Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 
5 
In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 
6 
The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abrah'm's  God  is  known, 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  swords, 

Submit  before  his  throne. 


HYMN  125.     L.  M. 

rfOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
And  join  the  blissful  choir  above  ! 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  there  they  sing  his  wond'rous  love. 

2 
While  seraphs  tune  the  immortal  song, 
O  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame  ; 
And  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name. 

3 
Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 
In  agonizing  pains  expir'd  ; 
Who  dy'd  for  rebels — yes,  'tis  he  ! 
How  bright  !  how  lovely  I  how  admir'd  ! 


117 


4      .,• 
Jesus,  who  dy'd  that  we  might  live, 
Dy'd  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place  ;— 
O  what  returns  can  mortals  give, 
For  such  immeasureable  grace  ! 

5 
Were  universal  nature  ours. 
And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store  ; 
Nature  and  art  with  all  their  pow'rs, 
Would  still  confess  the  off 'rer  poor  ! 

6 
Yet  though  for  bounty,  so  divine  ! 
We  ne'er  can  equal  honours  raise, 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 
And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise. 

HYMN  126.      L.M. 

EXALTED  Prince  of  Life,  we  own 
The  royal  honours  of  thy  throne  : 
'Tis  fix'd  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  seraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 

2 
Exalted  Saviour,  we  confess 
The  sov'reign  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 
Where  beams  of  gentle  radiance  shin§, 
And  temper  majesty  divine. 

3 
Wide  thy  resistless  sceptre  sway, 
Till  all  thine  enemies  obey  : 
Wide  may  thy  cross  its  virtue  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  its  love.. 

4 
Mighty  to  vanquish,  and  forgive  ! 
Thine  Israel  shall  repent  and  live  ; 
And  loud  proclaim  thy  healing  breath, 
Which  works  their  life,  who  wrought  thy  death. 


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HYMN  127.     CM. 


J  ESUS,  thou  highest,  loveliest  name 

Of  all  on  earth  or  heav'n, 
The  bless'd  reward  of  all  thy  shame. 

By  thy  great  Father  giv'n. 
2 
Because  thou  didst  thy  heav'ns  bow, 

Thy  people's  ancient  suit  ; 
Cam'st  down  in  servant's  form,  so  low, 

As  loss  of  all  repute. 

o 

In  fashion  as  that  fallen  race, 

Whose  offspring  are  but  grass, 
Thou  took'st  the  meanest,  servile  place 

In  all  their  lowest  class  : 
4 
Becam'st  obedient  unto  death, 

Nor  could'st,  nor  would'st  thou  flee  ^, 
But  humbly  didst  resign  thy  breath 

Upon  the  shameful  tree  ! 
5 
Therefore  hath  God  exalted  thee, 

And  set  thee  up  on  high  ; 
Where  thou  shalt  prais'd  and  worshipp'd  be 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  128.      L.  M. 

J.  HUS  the  eternal  Father  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son  :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2 
From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 


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Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3 
That  day  shall  show  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds. 
And  sinners  croud  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines," 

4 
O  blessed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vict'ry  shall  ensue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

HYMN  129.     L.  M. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  the  heav'nly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  ; 
When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

2 
Proclaim  inimitable  love  ! 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

3 
He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds,  and  groans  : 
The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 

4 
But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power, 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour  ; 
And,  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

5 
Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdu'd. 
And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood  : 


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Then  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

6 
Who  shall  fulfil  this  boundless  song  ? 
The  theme  surmounts  an  angel's  tongue 
How  low,  how  vain  are  mortal  airs, 
When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  despairs  ! 

HYMN  130.      C.  M. 

NOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 

Bless'd  Lamb,  be  glory  giv'n  ! 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 

And  carried  on  in  heav'n. 
2 
The  host  of  spirits  now  with  thee 

Eternal  anthems  sing  : 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !  we 

Our  hallelujahs  bring. 
3 
Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  inspir'd, 

Like  theirs  our  songs  should  rise  ; 
Like  them  we  never  should  be  tir'd, 

But  love  the  sacrifice, 
4 
Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 

Accept  our  weaker  lays  ; 
And,  when  we  reach  thy  Father's  throne. 

We'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

HYMN  131.      C.  M. 

A-LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fail  : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 


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2 
Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small  ; 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
3 
Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
4 
Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 
Now  joy  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
5 
Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
6 
O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  132.      L.M. 

JH.E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
(What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  !) 
And  now  before  his  Father  God, 

Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 
2 

Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 
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3 


Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4 
In  ev'ry  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  satan  join  their  power  ; 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5 
Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend- 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail. 


HYMN  133.      P.  M. 

OUR  shepherd  alone, 

The  Lord,  let  us  bless  ; 
Who  sits  on  the  throne, 

The  Prince  of  our  peace, 
Who  evermore  saves  us 

By  shedding  his  blood  ; 
All  hail,  holy  Jesus, 

Our  Lord,  and  our  God. 
2 
We  daily  will  sing 

Thy  merits  and  praise. 
Thou  merciful  spring 

Of  pity  and  grace  : 
Thy  kindness  for  ever 

To  men  we  will  tell, 
And  say  our  dear  Saviour 

Redeems  us  from  hell. 


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Preserve  us  in  love 

While  here  \vc  abide, 
Nor  ever  remove, 

Xor  cover,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  salvation, 

Till  joyful  we  see 
The  beautiful  vision 

Completed  in  Thee  ! 

HYMN  134.       C.  M. 

Ox  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount, 

God  will  a  feast  prepare  ; 
And  Israel's  sons,  and  Gentile  lands, 

Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 
2 
Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows  : 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd, 

In  rich  abundance  flows. 
3 
See  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  giv'n  ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 

Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ! 
4 
The  pain'd,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 

To  ease  and  health  restor'd, 
With  eager  appetites  partake 

The  plenties  of  the  board. 
5 
But  O  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  giv'n, 
When,  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 

We  join  the  feast  of  heav'n  ! 


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6 
There  joys  immeasurably  high 

Shall  overflow  the  soul, 
And  springs  of  life,  that  never  dry, 

In  thousand  channels  roll. 

HYMN  135.      L.M. 

.LjOUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound. 
And  spread  the  joyful  tidings  round  ; 
Let  ev'ry  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year. 

2 
Ye  debtors  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 

3 
Slaves,  that  have  borne  the  heavy  chain 
Of  sin  and  hell's  tyrannic  reign, 
To  liberty  assert  your  claims 
And  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name, 

4 
The  rich  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Your  joy,  your  boast,  is  freely  giv'n  ; 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates, 

5 
Her  blest  inhabitants  no  more 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 
No  debt,  but  love  immensely  great, 
The  joy  still  rises  with  the  debt. 

6 
O  happy  souls,  that  know  the  sound  ! 
Celestial  light  their  steps  surround, 
And  shew  that  jubilee  begun, 
Which  through  eternal  years  shall  run. 


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HYMN  136.     P.  M. 

COME,  though  we  can  truly  sing, 
In  our  flesh  dwells  no  good  thing  ; 
Yet  on  him  who  gives  us  all, 
We're  embolden'd  still  to  call. 

2 
Blind  and  foolish  once  were  we, 
Christ  our  wisdom  now  we  see  ; 
In  this  wisdom  we  confide, 
By  this  we  are  justify'd. 

3 
Once  in  breaking  God's  command, 
Doom'd  to  death  beneath  his  hand  ; 
Now  we're  call'd  to  own,  and  bless. 
Jesus  Christ  our  righteousness. 

4 
Without  purity  of  heart, 
Truth  divine  will  say  depart  ; 
But  this  holiness  we  find 
In  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

5 
Many,  mighty  are  our  foes  ! 
Human  these,  angelic  those, 
Where  for  refuge  shall  we  flee  ? 
Christ  our  great  redemption  see  I 

6 
Seraphs,  flames  of  sacred  fire, 
View  this  myst'ry  with  desire  ; 
Hark  !  the  bright  enraptur'd  throng 
Catch,  and  raise  the  grateful  song. 

7 
O,  ye  thrones  of  heav'nly  light  ! 
Since  you're  sav'd  from  endless  night, 
And  since  we  are  rais'd  to  you, 
Let  us  still  the  song  pursue. 
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HYMN  137.      S.M. 

PART    FIRST. 

JV  O  W  are  we  sons  of  God  ! 

Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
What  heights  of  bliss  through  Jesus'  blood 

For  us  prepared  are. 
2 

This  we  already  know, 

When  Christ,  our  righteousness, 
Shall  show  himself  to  men  below, 

We  shall  be  as  he  is. 

o 
O 

Yea  in  this  world  are  we 
As  Jesus  is  above  ; 
As  him,  from  sin  and  satan  free, 
As  perfected  in  love. 

4 
Invisible  are  we 
To  this  blind  world  below  ; 
There's  none  but  such  who  Jesus  see, 
Can  us  discern  or  know. 

5 
All  that  which  doth  appear 
Of  us,  or  can  be  known, 
By  reason's  eye,  to  mortals  here, 
We  utterly  disown. 

6 
We  call  it  dung  and  dross, 
The  man  from  whom  we  cease  ; 
To  own  it  our's  is  pain  and  loss, 
And  saps  the  christian's  peace. 

PART    SECOND. 

7 

Jesus  alone  we  own 

km\  nothing  know  beside  ; 


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In  him,  as  free  from  sin,  we're  known, 

His  pure  and  holy  bride. 
8 

In  him  we  now  confess 

We"  are  the  Lord's  delight, 
His  rest,  his  joy,  and  righteousness, 

All  glorious  in  his  sight. 
9 

We  are  as  we  would  be  ; 

Nor  have  we  yet  to  choose  ; 
As  Christ  the  Son,  we're  ever  free, 

Nor  can  that  sonship  lose. 

HYMN  138.     L.  M. 

W  HAT  blessings  in  the  Lamb  abound  i 
To  all  who  know  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Thy  countenance,  O  Lord,  shall  shine 
On  them  with  brightness  all  divine. 

2 
The  grievances  which  them  oppress'd, 
In  Jesus  now  they  see  redress'd  ; 
This  mercy  we  thy  worms  now  prove, 
And  bless  thy  grace,  thou  God  of  love. 

3 
Infinite  Wisdom  !  all  our  days 
Will  we  admire  thy  pleasant  ways  ; 
Thy  paths  are  peace,  we'll  run  and  bless 
The  Lord  our  life  and  righteousness. 


HYMN  139.     P.  M. 

H.AD  I  ten  thousand  gifts  beside, 
I'd  cleave  to  Jesus  crucify'd, 
And  build  on  him  alone  : 


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For  no  foundation  is  there  giv'n 

On  which  I'd  place  my  hopes  of  heav'n. 

But  Christ  the  corner  stone. 
2 
Possessing  Christ,  I  all  possess  ; 
Wisdom,  and  strength,  and  righteousness. 

And  sanctity  complete  : 
Bold  in  his  name  I  dare  draw  nigh, 
Before  the  Ruler  of  the  sky, 

And  all  his  justice  meet. 

HYMN  140.      P.  M. 

JN  OW  shall  our  tongues  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

When  on  the  cross  he  dy'd  ; 
His  spoil  we  are,  he'll  not  deny, 
But  own  us  to  eternity 

His  lov'd,  his  chosen  "bride. 
2 
His  mystery,  his  death  and  blood, 
Hath  reconcil'd  us  all  to  God  ; 

His  glory  hides  our  shame  : 
Whilst  Christ  is  God's  beloved  son, 
We  live  with  him  for  ever  one, 

In  sonship,  grace,  and  name. 
3 
That  he  might  equitably  bleed, 
He  took  upon  him  Abraham's  seed, 

Then  to  the  altar  went  ; 
Whilst  in  this  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 
The  sinner  bare  on  his  own  head 

His  sin,  and  punishment. 
4 
Nor  will  he  us  in  trials  leave, 
But  still  is  with  us  strong  to  save  ; 

Whilst  we  on  earth  remain  : 


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In  him  our  life,  our  all,  is  found  ; 
Than  sin,  his  grace  did  more  abound, 
Reveal'd  when  he  was  slain. 

5 
How  rich  the  love,  dear  God,  that  \vc 
Should  be  belov'd,  belov'd  by  thee, 

And  sav'd  from  all  our  shame  : 
With  joy,  we'll  praise  thee  till  we  die, 
And  after  death  eternally 
Adore  thy  balmy  name. 

HYMN  141.     L.M. 

-CiRE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  word  : 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2 
By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made, 
By  him  supported  all  things  stand  : 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  Head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3 
Ere  sin  was  born,  or  satan  fell, 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars 
Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 
Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  : 

4 
But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heav'nly  forms  ! 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5 
Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone  ! 


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6 
Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

HYMN  142.      C.  M. 

A. WAKE,  our  souls,  and  bless  his  Name, 

Whose  mercies  never  fail  ; 
Who  opens  wide  a  door  of  hope 

In  Achor's  gloomy  vale. 
2 
Behold  the  portal  wide  display'd, 

The  building  strong  and  fair  ; 
Within  are  pastures  fresh  and  green, 

And  living  streams  are  there. 
3 
Enter,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  haste, 

For  Jesus  is  the  door  ; 
Nor  fear  the  serpent's  wily  arts, 

Nor  fear  the  lion's  roar. 
4 
O,  may  thy  grace  the  nations  lead, 

And  Jews  and  Gentiles  come, 
All  trav'ling  through  one  beauteous  gate 

To  one  eternal  home  ! 

HYMN  143.      C.  M. 

XX  AIL  !  high,  exalted,  righteous  man, 

First  of  the  ways  of  God  ! 
Whose  work  of  love  in  thee  began, 

As  witness'd  by  thy  blood. 
2 
Before  the  sons  of  God  declar'd 

With  shouts  their  solemn  joy  ; 


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Or  songs  of  morning  stars  were  heard, 

As  pure  without  alloy  : 
3 
Thy  early  day  proclaimed  thee  then, 

The  first  bom  child  of  grace  : 
Great  representative  of  men, 

Before  the  Father's  face. 
4 
The  Great  Invisible  we  see 

In  thee,  and  thee  alone  : 
To  men,  and  angels  out  of  thee, 

The  Godhead  is  unknown. 
5 
God's  noble  works  shine  in  thy  face, 

Thou  his  infinite  thought  ; 
Creation,  providence,  and  grace, 

In  thee,  decreed  and  wrought. 

HYMN  144.      C.  M. 

W  HAT  saving  pow'r,  what  grace  divine, 

To  Jesus  doth  belong  ! 
Jesus,  the  most  delightful  theme 

Of  each  believer's  song. 
2 
'Tis  the  divine  prerogative 

Of  him,  whom  we  adore, 
Pardon  and  endless  life  to  give, 

To  souls  condemn'd  before. 
3 
His  miracles,  his  pow'r  prochim  ; 

His  grace  in  them  expvess'd, 
Invites  the  weak  and  helpless  soul 

Beneath  his  care  to  rest. 
4 
"  Be  of  good  cheer,"  the  Saviour  cries, 

"  Behold  thy  sins  forgiv'n  ;" 


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And  strait  the  pardon  ratifies,- 
And  seals  our  peace  with  heav'n. 
5 

Sinners  with  pleasing  wonder  hear 
Salvation's  joyful  sound  ! 

While  hope  and  love  their  breasts  inspire, 
His  praises  they  resound. 

HYMN  145.      C.  M. 

A  IS  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays 
The  gift  of  God  is  free  ; 
'Tis  Jesus'  prayer,  his  groans  and  cries, 
Which  shall  accepted  be. 
2 
'Tis  through  his  death,  and  off'ring  up 

On  the  accursed  wood, 
That  we  are  privileg'd  to  sup 
With  him  our  Lord  and  God. 
3 
'Tis  through  his  resurrection  pow'r 

We  live  the  life  of  faith  : 
In  his  dear  body,  we  are  more 
Than  conqu'rors  over  death. 
4 
When  he  ascended  up  on  high, 

Lo  !  we  ascended  then  j 
He  captive  led  captivity, 
Receiving  gifts  for  men. 
5 
Yea,  for  rebellious  men  he  su'd, 

That  God  with  them  might  dwell  ; 
And  when  his  wounded  form  he  shew'd, 
The  spirit  on  them  fell. 


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6 
All  praise  to  him,  our  God,  our  Friend, 

Who  finish'd  all  for  us  ; 
We  bless  the  love,  which  hath  no  end, 

Revealed  on  the  cross. 

HYMN  146.      C.  M, 

ALL  fulness  in  the  Lamb  we  view  ; 

To  look  beside  him,  loss  : 
He's  only  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
All  else  is  clung,  and  dross. 
2 
There  dwells  in  him,  as  stain'd  with  blood, 

Jehovah's  povv'r  and  name  ; 
Greatly,  from  everlasting,  God, 
Yea,  when  the  slaughter'd  Lamb. 
3 
In  him  we  know  the  holy  bride 

All  gather'd  into  one  ; 
She  looks  out  through  his  bleeding  side, 
With  all  her  beauties  on. 
4 
In  him  we  see  God's  heav'n,  our  earth, 

In  perfect  peace  agree  ; 
This  gives  oar  one  new  man,  its  birth, 
And  sets  our  nature  free. 
5 
His  purg'd  humanity  is  our's, 

And  in  it  now  we  prove, 
A  seat  above  the  heav'nly  pow'rs, 
Fix'd  in  the  Father's  love. 
6 
New  heav'n s,  new  earth,  we  now  possess  ', 

Beulah,  that  blessed  field, 
Where  dwells  eternal  righteousness  ; 
And  God's  our  sun,  and  shield. 
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HYMN  147.     C.  M. 


HARK  !  for  'tis  God's  own  Son  that  calls 

To  life  and  liberty  ; 
Transported  fall  before  before  his  feet, 

Who  makes  the  pris'ners  free. 
2 
The  cruel  bonds  of  sin  he  breaks, 

And  breaks  old  satan's  chain  ; 
Smiling  he  deals  those  pardons  round, 

Wuich  free  from  endless  pains. 
3 
Into  the  captive  heart  he  pours 

His  spirit  from  on  high  ; 
We  lose  the  terrors  of  the  slave, 

And  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
4 
Shake  off  your  bonds,  and  sing  his  grace  ; 

The  sinner's  friend  proclaim  ; 
And  call  on  all  around  to  seek 

True  freedom  by  his  name. 
5 
Walk  on  at  large,  till  you  attain 

Your  Father's  house  above  ; 
There  shall  you  wear  immortal  crowns, 

And  sing  immortal  love. 

,      HYMN  148.      C.  M. 

IMMANUEL  is  God  with  me, 

In  our  exalted  Lamb  ; 
In  whom  I'm  reconcil'd  and  free, 

All  praise  attend  his  name. 
2 
His  son  ship  proves  my  sin  forgiv'n> 

Makes  my  salvation  sure? 


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Prepares  for  me  a  seat  in  heav'n, 

And  keeps  my  joy  secure. 
3 
In  him  accepted  ;  and,  as  him, 

Receiv'd  in  realms  above  ; 
In  him  I  triumph,  soar  and  swim 

In  everlasting  love. 
4 
All  my  religion  and  my  life 

Art  thou,  my  Lamb,  my  God  ; 
I'm  fix'd,  from  hence  my  future  strife 

Shall  be,  to  praise  thy  blood. 

HYMN  149.      P.  M. 

PART    FIRST. 

XXOLY  wonder,  heav'nly  grace, 
Come,  inspire  our  humble  lays, 
While  the  Saviour's  love  we  sing, 
Whence  our  hopes  and  comforts  spring. 

2 
Man,  involv'd  in  guilt  and  woe, 
Touch'd  his  tender  bosom  so, 
That,  when  justice  death  demands, 
Forth  the  great  deliv'rer  stands  : 

3 
Cries  to  God,  "  Thy  mercy  shew, 
Lo  !  I  come  thy  will  to  do  ; 
I  the  sacrifice  will  be, 
Death  shall  plunge  his  dart  in  me." 

4 
Though  the  form  of  God  he  bore, 
Great  in  glory,  great  in  pow'r, 
See  him  in  our  flesh  array'd, 
Lower  than  his  ansrels  made, 


136 

5 

He  that  heav'n  itself  possessed, 
Now  an  infant  at  the  breast  ! 
Angels  from  the  world  above, 
See  and  sing  th'  amazing  love. 

6 
Through  the  shining  hours  of  day, 
Toil  and  danger  mark  his  way  ; 
Lonely  mounts,  and  chilling  air, 
Witness  oft  his  midnight  prayer. 

PART    SECOND. 

7 
Now  the  heav'nly  Lover  dies  ! 
Darkness  veils  the  mid -day  skies  ! 
Angels,  round  the  bloody  tree, 
Throng  and  gaze  in  ecstacy  ! 

8 
Pow'rs  unseen  earth's  bosom  heave, 
Rocks  and  tombs  asunder  cleave  ; 
While  the  temple's  rending  veil 
Tells  the  priest  the  awful  tale. 

9 
But,  the  third  day's  dawning  come, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb  ! 
Re-ascends  his  native  sky, 
Where  he  lives,  no  more  to  die. 

10 
On  his  cross  he  builds  his  throne, 
Whence  he  makes  his  glories  known, 
Sends  his  spirit  down  to  give 
Dying  sinners  grace  to  live. 

HYMN  1.50.      L.  M. 

JN  OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul  !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 


1.17 


Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  Name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2 
See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  : 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3 
The  spacious  earth,  and  spreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  pow'rful  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  star  : 

4      , 
But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5 
Grace  I  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  } 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6 
Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  I 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

HYMN  151.     L.  M. 

JljY  grace  we  know,  to  us  it's  clear, 
When  Christ,  our  Saviour,  shall  appear, 
We  shall  be  like  him,  O  what  bliss  i 
For  we  shall  see  him  as  he  is. 

2 
When  as  he  is,  we  him  descry, 
In  spirit's  light  and  mystejy  ; 
M2 


138 

Unnumber'd  beauties  in  him  shine, 
Beauties  of  God,  and  man  divine  : 

3 
Beauties  of  holiness  and  grace 
Adorn  our  Saviour's  lovely  face  5 
Eternal  truth  and  righteousness 
Doth  he,  in  purity,  possess. 

4 
When  as  he  is,  we  him  do  see, 
From  ev'ry  spot  and  wrinkle  free  : 
How  glorious  is  the  worthy  Lamb  ! 
How  venerable  is  his  name  ! 

5 
But,  O  what  glorious  grace  is  this  ! 
That  when  we  see  him  as  he  is, 
We  see  ourselves,  and  are  assur'd 
That  we  are  like  our  dearest  Lord. 

6 
As  we  his  mystic  fulness  are, 
He  gives  us  each  a  member's  share 
In  all  his  grace  :  the  favour'd  bride 
Is  with  his  likeness  satisfied. 


HYMN  152.      S.  M. 

ALL  things  deliver'd  are 

To  Jesus  as  the  Son  ; 
Whilst  we.  in  all  things,  with  him  share  ; 

With  him,  forever  one. 
2 

We  were  the  Father's  love  ; 

Us  to  his  Son  he  gave  ; 
Where  we  his  life  and  fulness  prove, 

And  in  him  glory  have. 
3 

To  us  he  gave  all  grace 

In  Christ,  the  man  divine  ; 


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And  we  in  him,  before  his  face. 

In  perfect  beauty  shine. 
4 

There's  none  can  know  the  Son, 

Or  witness  who  he  is  : 
But  he  who's  with  the  Father  one, 

His  love  and  righteousness  ! 
5 

We  in  perfection  dwell 

Where  we  the  Father  see  ; 
As  one  with  him,  we  now  can  tell 

The  Son's  the  man  that's  free. 


HYMN  153.       CM. 

A  HE  man  who  works  not,  but  believes 

On  him  who  justifies 
Ungodly  souls,  in  Christ  receives 

The  life,  that  never  dies. 
2 
Our  Saviour  full  atonement  made, 

When  for  our  sins  he  died ; 
And,  when  he  left  death's  gloomy  shade, 
-   Our  persons  justified. 

o 
O 

Who  shall  condemn  ?  'twas  Jesus  iy'd, 

'Twas  Jesus  rose  again  ; 
He  with  himself  hath  justify'd 

The  sinful  sons  of  men. 
4 
In  hope  of  what  in  Christ  I  am, 

Rejoicing,  I  believe, 
Against  my  hopeless  guilt  >and  shame  > 

And  thus,  by  faith,  I  live. 


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HYMN  154.     L.  M. 


JN  OW,  in  the  face  of  Jesus,  we 
God's  brightest  form  of  glory  see  ; 
Beaming  with  mild  and  heav'nly  rays. 
He  all  his  Father's  grace  displays. 

2 
Blest  image  of  th'  eternal  God, 
Here  his  rich  glories  shine  abroad  ; 
With  a  resplendent  lustre  shine 
His  pow'r,  his  truth,  and  love  divine. 

o 
O 

Of  all  creation  the  first  born  ; 
Of  all  that  heav'n's  bright  courts  adorn. 
He  as  a  Prince  and  Sov'reign  reigns, 
Almighty  pow'r  his  throne  sustains. 

4 
See  Jesus  our  exalted  Head, 
By  whom  the  heav'ns  and  earth  were  made 
Subjected  to  his  high  command, 
Thrones,  kingdoms,  and  dominions  stand. 

5 
It  pleas'd  th'  eternal  Fulness  well, 
In  Christ  the  Lord  alone  to  dwell  ; 
From  this  rich  Fountain  freely  flows 
Complete  relief  for  all  our  woes. 

HYMN  155.      C.  M. 

J-iO  I  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies. 
2 
From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 


41 


The  New-Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 
3 
Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
n  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 
4 
The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 
5 
His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  ev'ry  weeping  eye, 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears. 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 
6 
How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  156.     P.M. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  ever  more  ! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
2 
Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains. 
He  took  his  seat  abov. 


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Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
3 
His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav*n  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
4 
He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 
And  ev'ry  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
5 
Rejoice  m  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice  ! 

HYMN  157.     L.  M. 

JiEHOLD  the  sin  atoning  Lamb 
With  wonder,  gratitude  and  love  ! 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above. 

2 
Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid  ; 
He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load  ; 
Our  ransom  price  he  fully  paid 
In  groans,  and  tears,  in  sweat,  and  blood. 


143 


s 

To  save  a  guilty  world  lie  dies ; 
Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  iu  his  name. 

4 
Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound  ; 
He  can  the  richest  blessings  give  ; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  "f 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 

HYMN  158.     LM. 

W  E  now  arise,  the  light  is  come. 
The  glory  of  the  Lord  appears  ; 
No  more  in  darkness  may  we  roam, 
Expos*d  to  guilt  and  many  fears. 

2 
The  day  spring,  glorious  from  on  high, 
Beams  forth  in  brightness  all  divine  ; 
Our  nightly  fears  and  troubles  die, 
Whilst  we  in  perfect  beaucy  shine. 

3 
The  Godhead's  glory  rising  bright 
On  us,  in  Christ,  the  heav'nly  man, 
Declares  us  perfect  in  his  sight, 
WThilst  we  admire  the  gracious  plan. 

4 
Whate'er  we  lost,  we  here  regain  ; 
The  end  of  all  our  toil  is  come  ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  curse,  doth  here  remain  : 
We  rest  in  God,  our  native  home. 


144 

5 
There  in  our  nature  greatly  bless'd, 
And  purg'd  from  ev'ry  ill  through  blood, 
Our  conscience  finds  eternal  rest, 
And  answers  peacefully  to  God. 

HYMN  159.      L.  M. 

HOW  shall  our  feeble  lips  proclaim 
The  honours  of  the  Saviour's  name  ? 
Or  how  the  gratitude  declare, 
Our  hearts  inflam'd  to  Jesus  bear  ? 

2 
To  manifest  his  wond'rous  love, 
Behold  he  leaves  the  worlds  above  I 
From  climes  of  bliss  beyond  the  sky, 
Swift  he  descends,  to  bleed  and  die. 

3 
Lo,  he  again  from  death  revives  ! 
Jesus  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ; 
High  seated  on  his  Father's  throne, 
He  sheds  his  choicest  blessings  down, 

HYMN  160.      C.  M. 

HOW  rich  the  love  I  my  Lord,  my  God 

For  me,  a  worm,  hat!i  dy'd  ; 
For  me  he  shed  his  living  blood  j 

I  know  no  God  beside. 
2 
The  source  of  all  my  happiness 

Is  his  eternal  name  ; 
Nor  is  there  ought  but  dung  and  dross 

Beside  my  dearest  Lamb. 
3 
AH  things  shall  perish  but  the  Word, 

He  stands  forever  sure  ; 


145 


Jesus  forever  is  the  Lord, 

Let  ev'ry  pow'r  adore. 
4 
This  Word  made  flesh,  in  Bethl'hera  seen, 

Incarnate  was  in  me  ; 
In  me,  and  all  the  sons  of  men, 

That  he  our  Head  might  be. 
5 
Then  up  unto  our  Head  we  look, 

And  bless  that  glorious  grace, 
Which  shews  us  God's  eternal  book 

Unseal'd  in  Jesus'  face. 

HYMN  161.      P.  M. 

W  HEN  favour'd  John  beheld 

The  visions  of  the  Lord, 
With  admiration  fill'd, 

He  heard  the  Father's  word 
Revealing  what  his  purpose  was, 
And  what  his  love  should  bring  to  pass. 
2 
Thus  spake  the  sovereign  Lord, 
Whilst  on  his  throne  he  sat, 
"  Hear  ye  my  faithful  word  ; 
Behold  I  will  create, 
And  make  all  things  in  love  anew  : 
Write  thou  these  words,  for  they  are  true." 
3 
When  God  had  thus  declared 

The  secret  of  his  will, 
The  man  who  was  prepar'd 
His  counsel  to  fulfil, 
Emphatically  spake  to  John, 
And  said,  "  Behold  the  work  is  done  : 
N 


146 

4 
For  I  the  Alpha  am, 

And  the  Omega  too  ; 
You  in  this  sacred  name 

The  finish'd  work  may  view  : 
I,  the  Beginning  and  the  End 
Of  all  the  joys,  which  you  attend." 

HYMN  162.     P.  ftfc 

J  ESTJ5,  Master,  in  thine  hand 

Lead  on  thy  family, 
Till  we  all  possess  the  land, 

The  promis'd  liberty  : 
There,  amidst  the  holy  throng, 

We  all  shall  see  thy  blissful  face, 
Singing  one  eternal  song 

To  Christ,  the  God  of  grace. 
2 
In  thy  bleeding  heart  shall  we 

All  find  our  bless'd  abode  ; 
Each  disowning  all  for  thee, 

Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  : 
There  possessing  all  we  want 

In  thy  rich  fulness,  holy  Lamb, 
Hence  we  all  are  now  content 

To  bear  thy  cross  and  shame. 
3 
In  thy  smitten  body,  we 

Are  pure  for  ever  more  ; 
Happy  to  eternity, 

We  will  the  Lord  adore  : 
We  in  Christ,  our  Ark,  abide, 

O'er  each  temptation  still  we  soar  ; 
We  disdain  the  swelling  tide, 

And  soon  shall  reach  the  shore. 


147 


4 

i  arewell  all  this  world  below, 

And  all  that  earth  calls  good, 
We  rejoice  no  more  in  you, 

We  are  rcdeem'd  by  blood. 
Now  rcdeem'd  to  God  we  prove 

A  safe  asylum  from  our  fears  ; 
All  the  heights  and  depths  of  love, 

In  Jesus'  blood  appears. 

HYMN   163.     P.  M. 

o  AGES  of  ancient  letter'd  times, 
In  ev'ry  age  and  different  climes, 
For  wisdom  fam'd  among  mankind, 
Withdraw  your  thinly  scatter'd  rays 
Before  the  broad,  o'crpow'ring  blaze 
Of  the  supreme,  eternal  Mind. 

2 
Mercy's  great  year,  in  heav'n  enroll'd, 
By  seers  succeeding  seers  foretold, 
Was  now  with  solemn  pomp  unseal'd  : 
Light  of  the  world,  Messiah  came 
In  his  almighty  Father's  name, 
And  immortality  reveal'd. 

3 
Fill'd  with  his  Father's  strength,  he  taught ; 
The  dumb  in  rapture  speak  their  thought  ; 
The  lame  man  bounding  like  the  roe  ; 
The  blind  looks  up  to  heav'n  ;  stern  death 
Resigns  his  spoil  :  and  from  his  breath 
Fierce  demons  shrink  to  shades  below. 

4 
O,  works  of  pow'r  !    O,  works  of  love  ! 
Ethereal  embassage  to  prove, 
That  ev'ry  rising  doubt  control  ; 

st  of  love  and  pow'r  more  strong. 


148 

Which  to  the  Son  of  God  belong, 
To  heal  the  mis'ries  of  the  soul. 

5 
Great  Prophet,  Saviour  !  worthy  Thou 
That  ev'ry  knee  in  homage  bow  ; 
From  ev'ry  mouth  thy  praise  should  flow 
All  thy  commands  are  mild  and  just, 
Thy  promise,  faithful  to  our  trust, 
Will  pardon,  peace,  and  heav'n  bestow. 

HYMN  164.     P.  M. 

A  GOOD  High  Priest  is  come. 

Supplying  Aaron's  place, 
And  taking  up  his  room, 
Dispensing  life  and  grace  : 
The  law  by  Aarcn's  priesthood  came. 
But  grace  and  truth  by  Jesus'  name. 
2 
My  Lord  a  Priest  is  made, 

As  sware  the  mighty  God 
To  Israel  and  his  seed  ; 
Ordain'd  to  offer  blood 
For  sinners,  who  his  mercy  seek  ; 
A  Priest,  as  was  Melchezidek. 
3 
He  once  temptations  knew 

Of  ev'ry  sort  and  kind, 
That  he  might  succour  shew 
To  ev'ry  tempted  mind  : 
In  ev'ry  point,  the  Lamb  was  tried 
Like  us,  and  then  for  us  he  died. 
4 
He  dies,  but  lives  again, 

And  by  the  altar  stands  ; 
There  shews  how  he  was  slain, 
Op'ning  his  pierced  hands. 


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Our  Priest  abides,  and  pleads  the  cause 
Of  us,  who  have  uar.s^icss'd  his  laws. 
5 
I  other  priests  disclaim, 

And  laws,  and  oflf'iings  too  ; 
None  but  the  bleeding  Lamb 
The  mighty  work,  can  do  : 
He  shall  have  all  the  praise,  for  he 
Hath  lov'd,  and  liv'd,  and  dy'd,  for  me. 

HYMN  165.      C.  M. 

W  ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
2 
Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3 
But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
While  satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 
4 
He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
5 
He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 
N  2 


150 

6 
Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  distressing  hour. 


HYMN  166.      P.M. 


The 


Father's  great  decree 
In  Christ  is  now  fulfill'd  ; 
In  spirit  there  we  see 
All  things  are  reconcil'd 
And  made  conformable  to  God, 
Wash'd  from  all  filth  in  Jesus'  blood, 
2 
New  heav'ns  and  earth  we  spy 
With  hearts  of  God  inspir'd, 
Which  ancient  prophecy 
Foretold,  and  saints  desir'd  : 
That  Jesus  is  this  grace,  is  true, 
Where  old  things  cease,  and  all  is  new 
3 
New  nature,  pure,  divine, 

New  testament  and  plan,     ■  • 
New  glories  on  us  shine, 

In  Christ  the  heav'nly  man  ; 
Our  old  man  he  was  crucified 
A.nd  lost  from  us  when  Jesus  died. 

4 
'Tis  done  !  We're  made  anew, 

And  our  intelligence 
Receives  the  record  true  ; 
In  spirit  we  commence 
That  perfect  man,  who  did  proclaim 
The  First  and  Last,  to  be  his  name. 


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HYMN  167.     P.  M. 

JM. Y  Redeemer,  let  me  be 

Quite  happy  at  thy  feet  ; 
Still  to  know  myself  and  thee, 

Be  this  my  bitter  sweet  : 
Look  upon  my  infant  state, 

And  with  a  father's  yearning  bless  : 
Don't  thy  ransom'd  child  forget, 

Nor  leave  me  in  distress. 
2 
I  have  foolishly  abus'd 

My  Saviour's  bleeding  love  ; 
All  thy  gifts,  my  God,  misus'd, 

When  by  temptation  drove  : 
Justly  I  deserve  to  be 

Forsaken  by  my  Lord  and  God  ; 
Yet  shall  justice  plead  for  me, 

For  whom  thou  shedd'st  thy  blood. 
3 
Thy  bless'd  smiles,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Shall  cheer  my  drooping  heart  ; 
I'm  instructed  in  thy  v>ord 

That  thou  unchanging  art  : 
Draw  me  to  the  depth  profound 

Of  all  thy  sorrows,  blood  and  sweat. 
Passing  on,  through  ev'ry  wound, 

Unto  thy  mercy  seat  : 
4 
There,  reclining  on  thy  breast, 

Th'  eternal  Sabbath  find  ; 
Proving  in  thee  perfect  rest 

To  my  poor  lab'ring  mind  ! 
Waiting  till  the  Lord  I  see, 

And  be  like  him  for  ever  pure  ; 
At  the  heav'nly  jubilee 

This  bliss  to  me  is  sure. 


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HYMN  168.      S.  M. 


FROM  precept  and  demand, 

Free  from  all  sin  and  fear, 
Our  sonship  shall  in  Jesus  stand, 

Without  our  toil  or  care. 
2 

None  but  the  Son,  so  bless'd, 

Can  God  as  Father  own  ; 
Until  we  are  the  Son  confess'd, 

The  Father  is  unknown. 
3 

O  the  amazing  grace 

We  have  in  Jesus  seen  ! 
The  glory  of  the  Father's  face, 

Without  a  veil  between. 
4 

Now,  perfected  in  God, 

His  richest  grace  we  prove  ; 
The  way  to  which  is  Jesus'  blood, 

The  proof  supreme  of  love. 

;  HYMN  169.      P.  M. 

J.  HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon  day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2 
When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountains  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 


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Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  stedfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still  ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd. 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN  170.     P.  M. 

PART    FIRST. 

*J  ESUS,  the  Father's  richest  grace, 
Anointed  to  behold  his  face, 

As  all  the  church  in  one  ; 
The  holy  promis'd  Shiloh,  he, 
In  whom  the  bride  should  gather'd  be, 

As  one  beloved  Son. 
2 
Ho>  kept  us  in  his  Father's  name, 
Through  all  this  world  of  sin  and  shame, 

So  that  there's  missing  none  : 
Though  torn  his  side,  his  hands,  and  feet, 
His  body's  still  preserv'd  complete, 

Without  a  broken  bone. 
3 
He  kept  us  in  the  dreadful  hour, 
The  Father's  name  his  love  and  pow'r 

Preserv'd  the  souls  he  gave  : 


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His  future  glory  we  were  giv'n  ; 
Our  loss  had  been  his  loss  of  heav'n  ; 

But  he  was  strong  to  save. 
4 
The  members  giv'n  unto  the  Head, 
One  Son,  one  perfect  body  made, 

The  darling  of  our  God  : 
He  gave  each  member's  curse  and  pride 
To  die  the  death  when  Jesus  died, 

All  to  be  puig'fi  with  blood. 

PART    SECOND. 
5 
That  Christ  might  make  our  nature  clean, 
The  Father  laid  on  him  our  sin, 

Whilst  with  temptations  toss'd  ; 
Most  dreadful  cries  were  heard  with  bL  .jd, 
And  in  the  storm  and  wrath  of  God, 

Perdition's  son  was  lost. 
6 
Lost  from  the  Father's  piercing  sight, 
Deep  buried  in  eternal  night, 

Now  lies  the  man  of  sin  ; 
And  lost  forever  from  our  view, 
When  we  in  spirit  Jesus  know, 

And  with  him  enter  in. 
7 
Now  are  the  scriptures  all  fulfill'd 
In  Christ,  the  virgin's  promis'd  child  ; 

Man  sav'd,  and  sin  condemn'd  : 
Brought  home  to  see  the  Father's  face, 
Where  we  inherit  all  his  grace, 

And  are  by  him  esteem'd. 

HYMN  171.     L.  M. 

JL1.ERE  shall  no  trouble  or  dismay 
Reach  us,  nor  want,  nor  sin,  nor  shame, 


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For  Christ,  to  clay,  and  yesterday, 
And  to  eternity's  the  same. 

o 
Here  consummate  in  joy  and  peace, 
We  hail  that  wounded,  bleeding  heart, 
Where,  sav'd  from  sin,  we'll  never  cease 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  our  better  part. 

3 
Now  all  things  in  one  period  turn  ; 
Sin  dare  no  more  to  shew  its  head  ; 
No  more  we  want,  nor  sigh,  nor  mourn, 
On  ev'ry  foe,  we  conqu'ring  tread. 

4 
The  end  is  come,  God  hath  appear'd, 
Assum'd  our  flesh,  and  blood,  and  bone  ; 
The  body,  in  his  love  prepar'd, 
Is  that,  where  Christ  and  we  are  one. 

5 
O  death  !  where's  now  thy  sting  and  curse 
Where's  now  thy  boasted  pow'r  and  might 
We  feel  no  more  the  dread  remorse, 
Nor  can  thy  terrors  us  affright. 

6 
Glory  to  our  incarnate  God  ! 
We're  sav'd  in  him  ;  the  work  is  done  ; 
He  leads  us,  by  the  Saviour's  blood, 
Up  to  the  glories  of  his  throne. 

HYMN  172.      P.M. 

jl  E  children  of  my  God, 

Ye  dear  peculiar  race, 
Who're  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

And  sav'd  through  faith  by  grace  ; — 
Attend  and  join  to  tell  his  fame, 
Whom  John  the  Baptist  call'd  the  Lamb. 

\ 


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2 
From  all  eternity 

He  Iov'd  the  sinner's  train  ; 
His  love  forc'd  him  to  die, 
Compell'd  him  to  be  slain  : 
For  us,  and  in  our  stead,  he  stood, 
With  all  his  garments  roll'd  in  blood. 
3 
His  heart  he  set  on  us 

When  we  are  enemies  ; 
And  on  th'  accursed  cross, 
Amidst  his  tears  and  cries, 
He  pray'd  for  us,  who  us'd  him  so, 
"  Father,  they  know  not  what  they  do  !" 
4 
He  thought  upon  us  when 

The  blood  ran  from  his  heart, 
In  all  his  grief  and  pain, 
In  all  his  chiefest  smart  : 
Though  we  it  caus'd,  he  all  forgave, 
And  bare  it,  that  he  might  us  save. 
5 
Still  he  remains  the  same  ; 

His  foes  he  loves,  and  cries) 
"  Believe  ye  in  my  name, 
Lift  up,  ye  lost,  your  eyes  ; 
Behold  me,  and  you  yet  shall  live, 
I  freely  will  salvation  give." 

HYMN  173.      P.  M. 

O  THOU,  who  didst  thy  glory  leave, 
Apostate  sinners  to  retrieve 

From  nature's  deadly  fall  ! 
Since  thou  hast  bought  me  with  a  price, 
My  sins  against  me  ne'er  shall  rise, 

For  thou  hast  borne  them  all. 


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2 
And  wast  thou  punish'd  in  my  stead  ? 
Didst  thou  without  the  city  bleed 

To  expiate  my  stains  ? 
On  earth  my  God  vouchsafed  to  dwett, 
And  made  of  infinite  avail 

The  sufferings  of  the  man. 
3 
And  wast  thou  for  transgressors  giv'n  ? 
And  did  th'  incarnate  King  of  heav'n 

For  us,  his  foes  expire  ? 
Amaz'd,  O  earth,  the  tidings  hear  ! 
He  bore,  that  we  might  never  bear> 

His  Father's  righteous  ire. 
4 
Ye  saints,  the  man  of  sorrows  bless, 
The  God,  for  your  unrighteousness 

Deputed  to  atone  : 
Praise,  till  with  the  ransom'd  throng 
Ye  sing  the  never  ending  song, 

And  see  him  on  his  throne. 

HYMN  174.     S.  M. 

JESUS  !  the  Grace  reveal'd, 
The  great  Salvation  shown, 
The  Sum  of  love's  decrees  unseal'd, 
The  plant  of  great  renown. 

2 
Rais'd  by  the  Father's  grace, 
The  Plant  of  his  right  hand, 
To  represent,  before  his  face, 
The  souls  from  ev'ry  land. 

3 
Plant  of  the  Father's  care  ; 
On  whom  his  love  did  shine  ; 
O 


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The  branches  in  him  hidden  were, 

Till  he  grew  to  a  vine. 
4 

TV  eternal  Husbandman, 

To  make  his  branches  pure, 
In  wisdom  infinite  began 

Our  barrenness  to  cure. 
5 

He  then  this  vine  would  dress, 

Whilst  love  his  hand  did  urge, 
That  ev'ry  branch  in  righteousness 

He  in  one  vine  might  purge. 
6 

From  each  superfluous  shoot, 

The  buds  of  man's  offence  ; 
This  to  destroy,  he  purg'd  the  root, 

And  in  it  ev'ry  branch. 

HYMN  175.       CM. 

A  H'  unutterable  Word  thou  art, 

O  Christ,  to  sons  of  men  ! 
Jehovah  spake  thee  from  his  heart. 

And  worlds  existed  then. 
2 
He  spake  thee,  then,  a  law  to  all 

The  glorious  hierarchy  ; 
And  firm  decreed  their  dreadful  fall, 

Who  would  not  worship  thee. 

o 
O 

By  thee  he  rules  the  worlds  above, 
And  all  the  worlds  below  ; 

By  thee,  he  doth  his  grace  and  love. 
His  wrath  and  justice,  shew. 
4 

Thou,  the  exalted  throne  of  grace. 
The  Father's  peaceful  seat, 


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Where  we  with  joy  behold  his  face, 

And  worship  at  his  feet. 
5 
In  thee  now  sav'd,  no  more  we  fear 

The  curse  of  Adam's  fall  ; 
In  thee  with  boldness  we  draw  near 

To  God,  the  Judge  of  all. 

HYMN  176.      S.  M, 

X  AM,  saith  Christ,  the  way  : 

Now  if  we  credit  him, 
All  other  paths  must  lead  astray, 

How  fair  soe'er  they  seem. 
«  2 

I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  Truth  : 

Then  all  that  lack  this  test, 
Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  mouth, 

Is  but  a  lie  at  best. 
3 

I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  Life  : 

Let  this  be  seen  by  faith  ; 
It  follows,  without  further  strife, 

That  all  beside  is  death. 
4 

If  what  those  words  aver, 

The  Holy  Ghost  apply  ; 
The  simplest  christian  shall  not  eflr, 

Nor  be  deceiv'd  nor  die. 

HYMN  177.     P.  M. 

GLORY  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  : 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n  j 
Man,  the  well  belov'dof  heav'n-. 


160 

2 
Sov'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing  ; 
Glad  thine  attributes  confess. 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3 
Hail,  by  thy  works  ador'd  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  I 
Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
Lord  of  pow'r,  and  God  of  love. 

4 
Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  ; 
Christ,  the  Father's  only  son, 
Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5 
Pow'rful  Advocate  with  God, 
Justify  us  by  thy  blood  ; 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear  the  world's  atonement  thou  ! 

6 
Hear  ;   for  thou,  O  Christ,  alone 
With  thy  gracious  Sire,  art  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  Thee, 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 


HYMN  178.      P.  M. 

rjn 

JL  W  Eternal  speaks  :  All  heav'n  attends 

"  Who  that  unhappy  race  defends, 

While  justice  aims  the  blow  ? 

See  nature  tremble  at  their  fates  : 

Death  with  his  iron  sceptre  waits  : 

Hell  opesjier  adamantine  gates, 

\nd  triumphs  at  their  woe. 


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2 
Which  of  the  bright  celestial  throng, 
With  love  so  warm,  and  heart  so  strong. 

Dares  languish  on  a  cross  ? 
Who  can  leave  liberty  for  chains  ? 
Abandon  ecstacy  for  pains  ? 
What  angel  fortitude  sustains 

Th'  inestimable  loss  ?" 
3 
He  said  :  And  death-like  silence  reign'd  : 
Deep  was  their  awe  :  The  radiant  band 

The  mighty  task  declin'd. 
At  once,  heav'n's  Prince  the  silence  broke, 
And  ardent,  thus  the  Sire  bespoke, 
"  None  but  thy  Son  can  ward  the  stroke  ; 

Then  let  the  task  be  mine. 
4 
Mine  be  the  feeble  infant  state  ; 
Mine,  in  return  for  love,  be  hate  ; 

A  manger  be  my  throne. 
Pain,  when  thy  glory  calls,  is  bliss  ; 
When  man's  in  danger,  torture's  peace  ; 
Shame  praise  ;  a  paradise  th'  abyss  : 

Then  yield  thy  darling  Son." 
5 
Th'  Almighty  Radiance  smil'd  assent : 
Loud  was  the  shout  that  aether  rent  : 

All  heav'n  was  in  amaze. 
"  Go,  my  lov'd  image,  said  the  Sire  ; 
Be  born,  in  anguish  to  expire." 
Earth  triumph  !  Angels  strike  the  lyre 

To  everlasting  praise. 

HYMN  179.      C.  1VL 

r  ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  \ 
How  higk  thy  wonders  rise  1 
02 


162 

Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  through  the  skies. 
2 
Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 
3 
Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  shew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

The  impress  of  thy  feet. 
4 
But  when  we  view  thy  grand  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  wisdom,  pow'r  and  goodness  shine, 

In  their  most  glorious  forms  ; 
5 
Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  rev'rend  awe  ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore  ; 
The  holy  angels  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 
6 
O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 

HYMN  180.      P.M. 

J-N  mine  own  flesh  I  see 

My  dear  Redeemer,  God  : 
And  in  that  body,  he 

Redeem'd  me  by  his  blood  : 
Made  one,  no  more  to  part  again 
With  Mm  I  ever  shall  remain. 


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Bone  of  his  bone  I  am, 

And  evermore  shall  be  ; 
One  great  immortal  name 

Is  nam'd  on  him  and  me  : 
In  him,  complete,  I  now  possess 
The  fulness  of  redeeming  grace. 

3 
When  from  his  pierced  side 

Came  forth,  in  bleeding  love, 
His  lov'd,  his  royal  bride, 

The  life  divine  to  prove  ; 
To  her  this  sacred  truth  he  seal'd, 
That  all  her  maladies  were  heal'd. 

4 
What  though  I  mortal  am, 

And  shall  to  dust  return  : 
In  the  prevailing  Lamb 

I  unto  God  am  born  ; 
In  him  I  live  above  all  fear, 
Nor  sin,  nor  death,  can  reach  me  there. 

HYMN  181.     P.  M. 

BEHOLD  that  splendour  !  Hear  the  shout 
Heav'n  opens  !  Angels  issue  out 

And  throng  the  nether  sky. 
What  solemn  tidings  do  they  bring  ? 
Rapt  at  th'  approach  of  Israel's  King, 

They  speak  the  Monarch  nigh. 
2 
Why  does  the  King  approach  our  land  ? 
Comes  he  with  thunder  in  his  hand, 

The  merit  of  our  crimes  ? 
Shepherds  be  glad  !  He  comes  with  peace, 
Not  wrath  but  universal  grace, 

To  bless  e'en  distant  climes. 


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3 
See  heav'n's  great  heir,  woman's  son  ! 
Behold  a  manger  is  his  throne  ! 

Nay,  see  him  born  to  die  r 
Yours  is  the  guilt,  but  his  the  pain  : 
His  are  the  sorrows,  yours  the  gain  : 

Then  let  his  praise  be  high. 
4 
Come,  mighty  King  !  the  grace  enhance, 
(A  stable  was  thy  palace  once) 

Dwell  in  these  hearts  of  ours  : 
Teach  us  to  praise  the  Father's  love, 
Till  bless'd,  transported,  fir'd  above, 

We  sing  with  nobler  pow'rs. 

HYMN  182.     L.  M. 

ALL  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ; 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heav'n  stands  open  to  our  view  ? 

2 
Once  we  were  fallen,  O  how  low  ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe  ; 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, 

a 
O 

Scatter'd  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 
And  spread  around  his  heav'nly  light  ; 
By  him,  what  wond'rous  grace  is  shewn 
To  souls  impov'rish'd  and  undone  ! 

4 
He  shews,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance,  as  ours  ; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy  happy  state. 


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HYMN  185.      P.M. 

O  LOVE  !  what  a  secret  to  mortals  thou  art  ! 
'Tis  God's  deep  eternity,  nature  and  heart  : 
The  witnessing  dove  confirms  this  high  plan, 
And  likewise  his  word  and  his  dealings  with  man. 
The  sorrows  of  Jesus,  his  torment  and  pain, 
Have  left  no  foundation  for  doubting  again. 

2 
O  love  !  how  myster'ous  and  boundless  art  thou  ! 
Thy  date  and  thy  measure  unlimited  flow  : 
This  Jesus  reveals,  with  evidence  strong  ; 
It  gladdens  my  heart,  and  enlivens  my  song, 
With  praise  to  my  Saviour,  my  Lord,  and  my  God, 
Whose  love  is  my  glory,  as  view'd  in  his  blood. 

3 
O  love  1  what  a  gath'ring  of  souls  hast  thou  made, 
All  into  one  fountain,  one  body,  one  head, 
Where  they  were  preserved  thy  own,  thro*  the  fall, 
The  fulness  of  Jesus,  who  fills  all  in  all  : 
Close  in  her  pavilion,  the  darling,  the  bride, 
Lay  hid  in  her  husband,  till  born  from  his  side. 

4 
O  love  !  what  a  bridegroom  of  honour  and  trust  ! 
The  fulness  of  heaven  hath  marry'd  my  dust  ; 
He  humbled  himself  to  cleave  to  his  wife, 
In  all  her  distress,  and  her  sorrows  of  life  ; 
With  her  was  he  number'd  amongst  the  unclean, 
Nor  yet  could  he  loathe  her,  nor  jar  come  between. 

5 
O  love  !  what  a  husband  thy  care  did  provide  ! 
descending  from  glory  in  search  of  thy  bride  ; 
Her  substance  conceiv'd,  thy  body  was  she, 
Incarnate  in  her,  and  she  then  was  in  thee  ; 
In  Mary,  the  virgin,  the  twain  was  made  one, 
Whence  God,  our  Creator,  was  born  a  poor  man. 


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HYMN  184.      C.  M. 


Salvation  !...oh,  the  joyful  sound ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
2 
Bury'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine,, 

To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 
3 
Salvation  L.let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

HYMN  185.     P.  M. 

X  IS  finish'd,  the  Redeemer  said, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head  ■; 

Whilst  we  this  sentence  scan, 
Come,  sinners,  and  observe  the  word, 
Behold  the  conquests  of  our  Lord, 

Complete  for  helpless  man. 
2 
Finish'd  the  righteousness  of  grace, 
Finish'd  for  sinners,  pard'ning  peace  ; 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  : 
Accusing  law  cancell'd  by  blood, 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God, 

In  sweet  oblivion  laid. 
3 
Who  now  shall  urge  a  second  claim  ? 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  release  can  shew  ; 


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Justice  itself  a  friend  appears, 
The  prison  house  a  whisper  hears, 

"  Loose  him,  and  let  him  go." 
4 
O  unbelief,  injurious  bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitful  fear, 

Why  dost  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
a  'Tis  finish'd,"  still  may  answer  all, 

And  silence  ev'ry  cry. 

HYMN  168.      C.  M. 

SALVATION,  through  our  dying  God, 

Is  finish'd  and  complete  : 
He  paid  whate'er  his  people  ow'd, 

And  cancell'd  all  their  debt. 
2 
Salvation  now  shall  be  my  stay, 

u  A  sinner  sav'd,"  I'll  cry  ; 
Then  gladly  quit  this  mortal  clay, 

For  better  joys  on  high. 

HYMN  187.     L.  M. 

JL  IS  finish'd,  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died. 
'Tis  finish'd-: — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2 
'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heav'n  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3 
'Tis  finish'd— Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 


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The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  yo  more  remarn. 

4 
'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5 
*Tis  finish'd — Heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd  : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6 
'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 
'Tis  finish'd — let  the  echo  fly 
Through  heav'n  and  hell,  through  earth  and  sky. 


HYMN  188.      L.  M. 

Of  Him,  who  did  salvation  bring, 
Lord,  may  we  ever  think  and  sing  ! 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive ; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 

2 
Eternal  Lord  !  Almighty  King  ! 
All  heav'n  doth  with  thy  triumphs  ring  •; 
Thou  conquer'st  all,  beneath,  above  ; 
Deviis  with  force,  and  men  with  love. 

3 
To  shame  our  sins,  Christ  blush'd  in  blood. 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  shew  us  God  ; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  could  show. 


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HYMN  189.     L.  M. 

X  IS  finish'd,  cry'd  the  Lamb  of  God  ; 
Then  died  to  set  his  children  free  ; 
Salvation's  finish'd,  cries  his  blood  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  who  died  for  me. 

2 
Down  through  the  shades  of  death  he  goes, 
His  enemies  all  conquer'd  flee  ; 
Triumphant  over  all  his  foes  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb  did  all  for  me. 

3 
With  warrior's  scars,  deep  wounds  and  blood, 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  again  I  see 
My  everlasting  Lord  and  God, 
That  dearest  Lamb,  who  died  for  me. 

4 
O  1  worthy  Lamb,  I'll  thee  adore  ! 
Let  Adam's  offspring  all  agree 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  who  dies  no  more, 
But  lives  to  bless  both  them  and  me. 

HYMN   190.     P.  M. 

O,  MY  distrustful  heart  ! 

How  small  thy  faith  appears  ! 
But  greater,  Lord,  thou  art 
Than  all  my  doubts  and  fears, 
Did  Jesus  once  upon  me  shine  ? 
Then  Jesus  is  forever  mine*. 
2 
Unchangeable  his  will, 

Though  dark  may  be  my  frame  ; 
His  loving  heart  is  still 
Eternally  the  same  : 
My  soul  through  many  changes  goes  ; 
His  love  no  variation  knows. 
V 


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3 
Thou,  Lord,  wilt  carry  on, 

And  perfectly  perform 
The  work,  thou  hast  begun 
In  me  a  sinful  worm  : 
Midst  all  my  fears,  and  sin,  and  woe. 
Thy  spirit  wiil  not  let  me  go. 
4 
The  bowels  of  thy  grace 

At  first  did  freely  move  : 
I  stiil  shall  see  thy  face, 
And  feel  that  God  is  love. 
Myself  into  thine  arms  I  cast  ; 
IrfOrd,  save,  O  save,  my  soul  at  last. 

HYMN  191.     S.  M. 

W  E  now  with  gladness  tell, 
What  proof  our  God  hath  giv'n, 
That  we  with  him  shall  ever  dwell 
Above  the  highest  lieav'n. 

2 
That  our  Creator's  love 
Essential  is  to  man, 
His  dealings  with  us  fully  prove, 
Through  all  the  christian  plan. 

3 
Such  was  his  love  to  us, 
He  freely  gave  his  Son 
To  suffer  death  upon  the  cross, 
And,  bleeding,  there  atone. 

4 
For  us  he  made  him  sin, 
Then  pierc'd  him  to  the  heart  ; 
This  to  destroy,  the  spear  went  in. 
For  this,  he  bore  the  smart. 


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HYMN  192.      L.  M. 

J_  O  sing  Immanucl's  grace  divine, 
Ye  saints,  employ  your  tuneful  breath  : 
Delightful  is  the  sacred  theme 
Of  Jesus'  love,  more  strong  than  death. 

2 
Lo  !  whilst  we  were  his  enemies, 
Meet  objects  of  Almighty  wrath  ; 
He  paid  his  life  a  sacrifice, 
His  love  to  shew,  more  strong  than  death. 

3 
Sinners  to  save  from  endless  woe, 
The  Father's  frown  he  sunk  beneath  ; 
The  law's  dread  penalty  he  bore, 
Displaying  love,  more  strong  than  death. 

4 
Ye  saints,  unite  with  those  above, 
Ev'n  in  your  last  expiring  breath  ; 
Unite  to  sing  the  Saviour's  love, 
More  strong,  more  powerful,  than  death. 

HYMN  193.     L.  M. 

A.WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  -f 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2 
He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great  ! 

3 
Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth,  and  hell,  my  way  oppose, 


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He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong  -! 

4 
When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good  I 

5 
Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  must  fail  ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath. 
His  loving  kindness  sing,  in  death. 

6 
Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise* 
His  loving  kindness,  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  194.      C.  M. 

WHEN  I  behold  my  bleeding  God, 

Each  mountain  seems  a  plain  ; 
But  if  I  e'er  forget  his  blood, 

The  mountains  rise  again. 
2 
What  means  my  inbred  sense,  so  rude. 

To  war  against  my  peace  ? 
Or  why  should  reason  bold  intrude 

Upon  a  Saviour's  grace  ? 
3 
What  though  my  senses  loudly  say, 

I  have  nor  faith,  nor  love  ; 
Nor  am  I  in  the  living  way 

That  leads  to  realms  above  ? 
4 
What  if  still,  to  increase  my  grief, 

It  summons  lust  and  pride, 


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Hardness  of  heart,  and  unbelief, 

And  all  my  ills  beside  ? 
5 
And,  from  the  whole,  would  witness  this, 

Thou  art  devoid  of  grace  ; 
How  canst  thou  hope,  in  worlds  of  bliss, 

To  see  the  Saviour's  face  ? 
6 
To  this,  the  witness  of  my  Lord, 

Greater  than  all  in  me, 
Replies  in  his  unerring  word, 

The  Saviour's  grace  is  free. 


HYMN  195.     L.  M. 

O  GOD,  my  Sun,  thy  blissful  rays 
Irradiate,  warm,  and  guide  my  heart  I 
How  dark,  how  mournful  are  my  days, 
If  thine  ealiv'ning  beams  depart ! 

2 
Scarce  through  the  shades,  a  glimpse  of  day 
Appears  to  these  desiring  eyes  ! 
But  shall  my  drooping  spirit  say, 
"  The  cheerful  morn  will  never  rise  I" 

3 
O  let  me  not  despairing  mourn, 
Though  gloomy  darkness  spreads  the  sky  ; 
My  glorious  Sun  will  yet  return, 
And  night  with  all  its  horrors  fly. 

4 
O,  for  the  bright,  the  joyful  day, 
When  hope  shall  in  assurance  die  1 
So  tapers  lose  their  feeble  ray 
Beneath  the  Sun's  refulgent  eye. 

P2 


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HYMN  196.      C.  M. 


JBLESS'D  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord  : 
Be  his  aboundinng  mercy  prais'd, 

His  majesty  ador'd. 
2 
When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  son, 

And  call'  him  to4he  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  should  never  die. 
3 
What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust  ? 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  saviour  rose, 

So  all  his  foll'wers  must. 
4 
There's  an  inheritance  divine 

Reserv'd  against  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'd, 

And  cannot  waste  away. 
5 
Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 

Till  the  salvation  come  : 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 


HYMN  197.     L.  M. 

W  HY  sinks  my  weak,  desponding  mind 
Why  heaves  my  heart  the  anxious  sigh  ? 
Can  sov'sciin  goodness  be  unkind  ? 
Am  I  not  safe  if  God  be  nigh  ? 

2 
He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand  : 
That  gracious  hand  on  which  I  live. 


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Does  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

3 
'Tis  he  supports  this  fainting  frame, 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline  ; 
The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name, 
How  wide  they  spread  !  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

4 
Infinite  wisdom  !  boundless  pow'r  ! 
Unchanging  faithfulness  and  love  ! 
Here  let  me  trust,  while  I  adore, 
Nor  from  my  refuge  e'er  remove. 

HYMN  198.      S.  M. 

Jr  AITH  ; — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 

Where'er  it  is  bestow'd  ! 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 

And  is  the  gift  of  God  ! 
2 

Jesus  it  owns  a  King, 

An  all-anointing  Priest  ; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 

But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3 

To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  fill'd  with  deep  distress  ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 

And  trusts  his  righteousness. 
4 

Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 

And  that,  divinely  free  ; 
Lord,  send  the  spirit  of  thy  son 

To  work  this  faith  in  me. 


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HYMN  199.     S.  M. 


N  O  W  let  our  voices  join 

To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 

With  music  pass  along. 
2 

How  strait  the  path  appears, 

How  open  and  how  fair  ! 
No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet  ; 

No  fierce  destroyer  there. 
3 

But  flow'rs  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring  ; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 

And  dear  companions  sing. 

4 

See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 

Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 
5 

All  honour  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 
To  him,  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 

To  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  200.      P.  M. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  ! 

2 
Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  ways  the  Fathers  trod  ; 


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They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  sec. 

3 
O,  ye  banish 'd  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ! 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4 
Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  bless'd, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest  : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  ycur  kingdom  and  reward. 

5 
Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son. 
Bids  you,  undismay'd,  go  on. 

6 
Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN  201.       C.  M. 

%3  ESUS  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear, 
2 
Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust  ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 
3 
All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet  ; 


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Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4 
Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5 
I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  labouring  breath  ; 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 

The  antidote  of  death. 


HYiMN  202.      C.  M. 

JlxAIL,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  ! 

Author  of  all  our  faith, 
The  Finisher  of  all  our  hopes, 

The  Truth,  the  Life,  the  Path. 
2 
Hail  !  First  and  Last,  the  Morning  Star, 

In  whom  we  live  and  move  ; 
Increase  our  little  spark  of  faith, 

And  purify  our  love. 
3 
Let  that  belief,  which  Jesus  taught, 

Be  treasur'd  in  our  breast  ; 
The  evidence  of  unseen  joys, 

The  substance  of  our  rest. 
4 
O,  let  us  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

From  grace  to  greater  grace  ; 
From  one  degree  of  faith,  to  more, 

Till  we  behold  thy  face. 


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HYMN  203.      P.  M. 

A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone, 

Of  covenant  Mercy  I  sing  ; 
Nor  fear,  with  thy  righteousness  on, 

My  person  and  offerings  to  bring  : 
The  terrors  of  law  and  of  God, 

With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do  ; 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood 

Hide  all  my  transgressions  from  view. 
2 
The  work  which  his  goodness  began, 

The  arm  of  his  strength  will  complete  ; 
His  promise  is  yea  and  amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet  : 
Things  future,  nor  things  that  are  now, 

Not  all  things  below,  nor  above, 
Can  make  him  his  purpose  forego, 

Qr  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 
3 
My  name  from  the  palms  of  his  hands 

Eternity  will  not  erase  ; 
Impress'd  on  his  heart  it  remains, 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace  : 
Yes,  I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  giv'n  ; 
Mere  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 

Than  glonfy'd  spirits  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  204.      S.  M. 

V  OUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord. 
Bid  ev'ry  string  awake. 


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Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  j 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 

We  ev'ry  moment  come. 
3 

His  grace  shall  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things   to  come, 

Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 
4 

The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  we  shall  clearly  see 
Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 

But  each  shall  say,  "  For  me." 
5 

Tarry  his  leisure  then, 

Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 
Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls, 

Reveal  his  love  with  pow'r. 
6 

Bless'd  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ; 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

HYMN  205.     P.  M. 

U.OW  glorious  the  Lamb 

Is  seen  on  his  throne  ! 
His  labours  are  o'er, 

His  conquests  put  on  j 
A  kingdom  is  giv'n 

Into  the  Lamb's  hand. 
In  earth  and  in  heav'n, 

Forever  to  stand. 


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2 
Ye  sinners  below 

Then  trust  in  the  Lord, 
Look  up  to  his  arm, 

His  honour  his  word  : 
A  thirst  for  his  favour, 

His  Godhead  adore, 
Look  up  to  your  Saviour," 

And  joy  evermore  ! 

HYMN  206.      P.  M. 

MlGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  ev'ry  creature's,  theme. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 

2 
Lord  of  ev'ry  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 

Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hailelujah,  Amen  = 

3 
For  the  grandeur  ot  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought, 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

4 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain  ; 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow, 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Arnen 

Q 


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But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along  ; 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression, 

Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ? 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

6 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  ! 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 
Hallelujah,  Hallolujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 

HYMN  207.      P.  M. 

FATHER,  behold  us  here, 

According  to  thy  word  ; 
To  worship  without  fear, 
Our  dear  redeeming  Lord  ; 
O  may  thy  light  and  truth  now  shine. 
To  warm  each  heart  with  love  divine  ! 
2 
Drawn,  wholly  drawn,  by  thee, 

To  Jesus  we  are  come, 
And  by  thy  teaching  we 
Perceive  our  work  is  done  : 
Through  which  a  title  we  obtain 
As  kings  and  priests,  with  thee  to  reign. 

r> 
O 

We  bless  thee,  God  of  peace, 

For  life  and  glory  giv'n* 
To  us  and  all  the  race 

Call'd  up  from  earth  to  heav'n  ; 
Hasten,  great  God,  the  day  of  love, 
When  ev'ry  soul  his  grace  shall  prove. 


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HYMN  208.     L.  M. 

C/OME,  worship  at  Immanucl's  feet  ; 
See,  in  his  face,  what  wonders  meet  ! 
Words  are  too  feeble  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2 
When  shall  we  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  tempests  never  rise  1 
Where  he  nnveils  his  lovely  face, 
And  shines  and  reigns  the  God  of  grace  ? 

S 
Nor  earth,  nor  air,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n,  his  full  resemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN  209.      L.  M. 

.DEAR  Shepherd,  see  thy  flock  here  met, 
Before  thy  pierced  feet  to  bow  ; 
To  praise  thy  wounds,  thy  blood  and  sweat. 
Through  which  eternal  love  did  flow. 

2 
Thou  art  with  us  where'er  we  meet  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  leave  us,  holy  L*2i  ; 
We  find  a  calm.  ^;cSS"'d  retreat" 
**en.-u*cii  the  cov'ring  of  thy  name. 

3 
Great  mercies  thou  to  us  hast  shewn, 
Since  first  we  knew  that  we  were  thine  : 
Since  first  thou  mark'd  us  for  thine  own, 
With  grace  and  righteousness  divine. 

4 
Seal'd  for  thine  own  we  surely  are  j 
Thy  spirit,  Lord,  our  witness  is  : 


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Nor  can  we  fall  from  Jesus  far, 
For  he  is  love  and  tenderness. 

5 
There's  none  can  pluck  us  from  his  hand,, 
Inclos'd  by  grace  on  ev'ry  side  ; 
His  oath,  his  promise,  firmly  stand, 
We  ever  shall  with  him  abide  ! 

6 
He  never  will  himself  deny  ; 
Nor  could  he  die  for  man  in  vain  ; 
How  then  shall  God  in  wrath  destroy 
The  souls,  for  whom  the  Lamb  was  slain  ? 


HYMN  210.       C.  M. 

HOW  pow'rful  is  the  glorious  word  ! 

The  unctious  word  of  God  1 
Which  preaches  Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord, 

His  suff 'rings,  death,  and  blood. 

2 
How  it  reveals  his  mystery, 

Who  did  our  souls  redeem  ! 
Explains  the  sacred  unity, 

And  shouts  us,  sav'd  in  him. 


It  shews  us  ev'ry  law  command; 

Dear  Lamb,  fulfill'd  in  thee  : 
And  bids  us,  fast  and  fearless  stand, 

Where  thou  hast  made  us  free. 

4 
Dear,  glorious  Lamb,  we  thee  adore  ; 

We  praise  thee,  for  thy  word  : 
But  for  thyself,  we  praise  thee  more, 

Q  !  holy,  holy  Lord  I 


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HYMN  211.     P.  M. 

W  E  the  joyful  sound  have  heard. 

And,  bearing,  have  believ'd  : 
What  the  gospel  hath  declar'd, 

We,  sinners,  have  receiv'd  : 
Blasted  lies  the  creature's  pride, 

And  human  haughtiness  sinks  low  : 
Jesus  and  him  crucify'd, 

Is  all  the  bliss  we  know. 

HYMN  212.     P.  M* 

HOW  charmingly  sounds 

The  word  of  the  Lord  ! 
Where  witness  abounds, 

That  man  is  restor'd 
To  God,  his  possession, 

Dear  Jesus,  in  thee  ; 
From  sin  and  transgression 

Forever  set  free. 
2 
How  glorious  the  name 

Of  Jesus,  our  King  ! 
Thou  crucify'd  Lamb, 

Thine  honours  we  sing  : 
Our  hope  and  salvation 

To  world  without  end  ; 
Our  nearest  Relation, 

And  faithfullest  Friend. 

HYMN  213.     L.  3VL 

Jl  E  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  pow'r  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around 


186 

2 
Let  the  high  heav'ns  you?'  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light, 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3 
Sing,  earth,  in  verdant  robes  array'd, 
Its  herbs  and  flow'rs,  its  fruits  and  shade 
Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 
Of  fish,  and  fowl,  and  beasts,  and  worms. 

4 
View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns  ; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5 
But,  O  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
"Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  i 
i  God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array'd, 
For  man,  a  bleeding  victim  made.. 

6 
Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar  ; 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore  ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 


HYMN  214.      P.  M. 

GLORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  earth  and  skies  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
Sing  aloud  evermore, 

Worthy  the  Lamb, 


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2 
Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load  ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
Tell,  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  he  won  ; 
Sin^;  his  great  name  alone  ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
3 
While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  ; 
Those,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  fame  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
4 
Join,  all  ye  ransom'd  race,   * 
Our  holy  Lord  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  ; 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 
5 
What  though  we  change  our  place  ? 
Yet,  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  ! 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And,  without  ceasing,  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
6 
Then  let  the  hosts  above, 
in  realms  of  endless  love, 

Praise  his  dear  name  ! 


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To  him  ascribed  be 
Honour  and  majesty. 
Through  all  eternity  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  215.      C.  M. 

t  ATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 

All  pow'rful  from  above, 
To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls. 
The  image  of  thy  love. 
2 
O,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  gen'rous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  other's  joy, 
And  weep  for  other's  woe  ! 
3 
When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

*In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 
4 
So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 
And  midst  th'  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 
5 
On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
And  ohed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  fr,T*  ev'ry  wound. 

HYMN  216.      C.  M. 

bEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
With  all-engaging  charms  ! 


189 


Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms  I 
2 
•'  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 

The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
3 
We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands; 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 
4 
Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear  ; 

Ye  children,  seek  nis  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 
5' 
If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust  : 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

HYMN  217.      C.  M, 

HOW  large  the  promise  !  how  divine. 

To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed  ! 
"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

SuuDlv'np*  a11  tneir  need." 
2 
The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 

And  seals,  the  blessing  sure. 
3 
Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 


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He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
4 

Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  same  ; 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace? 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 


HYMN  218.      P.  M. 

C^OME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — O,  fix  me  on  it  ; 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
2 
Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
lZZ"-  sou£ht  me»  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 


v»^ 


O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  deht^ 

D^lly  >*  m  constraint  to  be  I 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it  j 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it  ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


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HYMN  219.     S.  M. 

BLESSED  be  God  for  all  ; 
For  all  things  here  below  ; 
For  pain,  and  ease,  and  joy,  and  thrall 
To  my  advantage  grow. 

2 
Blessed  be  God,  for  shame, 
For  slander,  and  disgrace  ; 
Welcome  reproach,  for  Jesus'  name  , 
Like  flint,  Lord,  set  my  face. 

3 
Blessed  be  God,  for  loss, 
For  loss  of  earthly  things  ; 
For  ev'ry  scourge,  and  ev'ry  cross, 
Still  nearer  Jesus  brings.    ' 

4 
Blessed  be  God  for  pain, 
Which  tears  my  flesh  like  thorns  ; 
It  crucifies  my  carnal  man, 
To  God,  my  soul  returns. 

5 
Blessed  be  God,  for  friends  ; 
Blessed  be  God,  for  foes  ; 
Blessed  be  God,  whose  gracious  ends 
No  finite  creature  knows. 

6 
Blessed  be  God,  for  life  ; 
Blessed  be  God,  for  death  ; 
Blessed  be  God,  for  joy,  or  grief  ; 
I  welcome  all  through  faith. 

HYMN  220.      L.  M. 

W  ITH  solemn  shout,  we  sing  thy  praise. 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days  ! 
Thou  daily  gather'st  home  thine   own, 
Who  bear  thy  cross,  to  wear  thy  crown 


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2 
Let  all  rejoice,  and  no  one  grieve,; 
This  day  we  meet  to  take  our  leave 
Of  our  dear  brother's  precious  dust, 
Until  the  rising  of  the  just. 

3 
One  with  the  body  of  the  Lamb, 
Seal'd  with  Immanuel's  new  name, 
A  member  of  his  flesh  and  bone  ; 
By  blood  redeem'd,  to  heav'n  he's  gone. 

4 
Then  mourn  not  o'er  the  lifeless  clay, 
Burt  wait  the  resurrection  day, 
When  Christ  the  Saviour  shall  appear, 
And  he  come  with  him  in  the  air. 

HYMN  221.     L.  M. 

JMOST  precious  in  our  Saviour's  sight 
Are  all  his  saints,  unnotic'd  death  ! 
He  bears  them  to  eternal  light 
When  they  resign  their  mortal  breath . 

2 
Precious  the  soul  by  him  redeem'd, 
From  threat'ning  evils  snatchJd  away  : 
Precious  their  dust,  by  him  esteem'd, 
He'll  raise  it  at  the  latter  day. 

3 
Free  from  this  world's  incumber'd  cares, 
From  satan's  rage,  and  human  spite, 
From  sin's  distrcss3  and  gloomy  fears  ; 
How  precious  this  in  Jesus'  sight  ! 

4 
All  this  and  more,  our  brother  proves  ; 
Now  he  the  son  of  man  can  see  ; 
He  sees,  he  feels,  he  joys,  he  loves  I 
And  all  from  intermission  free. 


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HYMN  222.      L.  M. 

_L  HUS  we  commemorate  the  day, 
On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  ; 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
Till  he  appears  on  earth  again. 

2 
Come,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud,  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wind's  swift  pinions  fly. 

3 
Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  train, 
Cherubs,  and  Seraphs,  heav'niy  hosts  ; 
Assume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign 
As  far  as  earth  extends  her  coasts. 

4 
Come,  Lord,  and,  where  thy  cross  once  stood, 
There  plant  thy  banner,  fix  thy  throne  ; 
Subdue  the  rebels  by  thy  word, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thine  own. 

HYMN  223.     C.  M. 

MORTALS,  behold  the  dying  leve 

Of  your  redeeming  King  ! 
JTe,  who  redemption's  wonders  prove, 

His  mighty  praise  should  sing. 
*  2 

While  you  his  broken  body  see, 

And  feast  on  heav'niy  bread  ; 
Mark,  how  he  groan'd  on  Calvary  ; 

Behold  him,  with  the  dead  ! 
3 
Sinners  !  the  cup,  o'erflowing,  view, 

And  taste  the  cheering  wine  ; 


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Think,  how  his  side  was  pierc'd  for  you, 
T'  appease  the  wrath  divine. 
4 

Then  let  his  praise  be  your  employ, 
While  life  and  breath  remain  ; 

Soon  shall  we  soar  to  realms  of  joy, 
And  raise  a  louder  strain. 


HYMN  224.     L.  M. 

•J  ESUS  !  when  faith,  with  fixed  eyes. 
Beholds  thy  wond'rous  sacrifice, 
Love  rises  to  an  ardent  flame, 
And  we  all  other  hope  disclaim. 

2 
With  cold  affections  who  can  see 
The  thorns,  the  scourge,  the  nails,  the  tree. 
Thy  flowing  tears,  and  purple  sweat, 
Thy  bleeding  hands,  and  head,  and  feet  ? 

3 
Look,  saints,  into  his  op'ning  side, 
The  breach  how  large,  how  deep,  how  wide  ! 
Thence  issues  forth  a  double  flood, 
Of  cleansing  water,  pard'ning  blood. 

4 
Hence,  O  my  soul,  a  balsam  flows, 
To  heal  thy  wounds,  and  cure  thy  woes  ; 
Immortal  joys  come  streaming  down, 
Joys,  like  his  grief,  immense,  unknown. 

5 
Thus  I  could  sit,  and  ever  sing 
The  suff 'rings  of  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
With  glowing  pleasure  spread  abroad 
The  myst'ries  of  a  dying  Lord. 


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HYMN  225.      L.  M. 

XN  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
We  take  the  sacred  bread  and  wine, 
And  thankfully  his  grace  record  ; 
How  bright  his  love  and  mercy  shine  1 

2 
In  lively  figures  here  wc  see 
The  crucifv'd  Redeemer's  face, 
Expiring  on  the  cursed  tree. 
To  ransom  our  apostate  race. 

3 
Sinners  to  save  from  endless  woes, 
The  wrath  divine  he  sinks  beneath  ; 
The  law's  dread  curse  he  undergoes, 
At  once  disarming  sin,  and  death. 

4 
Here  Jesus  all  his  grace  displays, 
And  makes  his  brightest  glories  known  ; 
To  him  each  saint  glad  homage  pays, 
And  triumphs  in  his  cross  alone. 

HYMN  226.     L.  M. 

CxREAT  God  !  thy  power  and  wisdom  shine 
In  all  the  works  thy  hand  hath  wrought  j 
But  mercy,  love,  and  grace  divine, 
Exceed  the  pow'r  of  speech,  or  thought. 

2 
Thy  precious  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Takes  from  the  world  its  guilt  away  ; 
Our  sin,  and  curse,  reproach,  and  shame. 
Are  drown'd  in  thine  own  crimson  sea. 

3 
Salvation  !— 'tis  a  welcome  sound, 
To  weary  souls,  by  sin  oppress'd  ; 


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Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  y©ur  wounds., 
And  sooth  your  griefs  and  fears  to  rest. 

4 
While  in  this  dark  abode  we  stay, 
Our  feeble  voices  let  us  raise  ; 
Then  up  to  glory  wing  our  way, 
And  join  th'  eternal  song  of  praise. 

HYMN  227.      S.  M- 

OuR  heav'nly  Father  calls 

And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 

And  our  communion  dear. 
2 

God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  ev'ry  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 

And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 
3 

How  large  his  bounties  are  I 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffus'd  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 

And  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 
4 

Jesus,  our  living  Head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
Our  advocate  before  the  throne, 

And  our  Forerunner  there* 

5 
Here  fix  my  roving  heart  ! 
Here  wait  my  warmest  love  !         » 
Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 


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HYMN  228.      CM. 

.LjET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 
2 
Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
3 
The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  229.     P.  M. 

-l^ET  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 

Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
TJ  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 
2 
Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  giv'n, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have, 
hut  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 
3 
Jesus  !  harmonious  name  ! 

It  charms  the  hosts  above  ; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love  ; 
R2 


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'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 
4 
O,  unexampled  love  ! 

O,  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race  ; 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done  ? 
5 
O,  for  a  trumpet's  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  who  dy'd  for  all  ! 
For  all,  my  Lord  was  crucify'd, 
For  all,  for  all,  my  Saviour  dy'd  ! 


HYMN  230.      P.  M, 

GrRATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bring. 
While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 
.Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd  I 

CHORUS. 

Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love  ; 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail, 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  ! 
2 
While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  : 
Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 
And  all  thy  glorious  greatness  see  I 
Men  on  earth,  &c. 


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3 
Then,  with  angels,  we'll  again 
Wake  a  louder,  louder  strain  : 
There^  in  Joyful  songs  oi  praise, 
We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise. 
Men  on  earth,  &c. 


HYMN  231.     P.  M. 

XkAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  court  below  ; 
Praise  the  holy  God  of  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  shew  ; 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds, 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power  : 
Him  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 
2 
Publish,  spread  to  all  around 

The  great  Jehovah's  name, 
Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 

The  Lord  of  hosts  proclaim  : 
Praise  him  ev'ry  tuneful  string, 

All  the  reach  of  heav'nly  art, 
\11  the  powers  of  music  bring, 

The  music  of  the  heart. 
3 
Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  ev'ry  creature  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  king  : 
Hallow'd  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven  on  earth  ador'd, 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath  ; 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  232.      P.  M. 


I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 
2 
Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ! 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
3 
The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
4 
I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  233.     L.  M. 

iN  OW  shall  our  souls  with  pleasure  raisye, 
To  our  dear  Lord  a  song  of  praise  : 
We'll  sing  his  love,  his  goodness  tell, 
Our  Saviour  hath  done  all  things  well- 


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2 
With  pitying  eyes  he  view'd  our  case, 
And  came  to  save  our  ruin'd  race  ; 
He  conquer'd  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  ; 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

He  undertook  to  bear  our  load, 
And  bring  us  back  again  to  God  ; 
To  fit  us  with  himself  to  dwell  j 
Christ  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4 
He  will  accomplish  his  design, 
And  all  things  in  himself  combine  ; 
No  more  shall  ever  they  rebel  ; 
Our  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

5 
His  work,  how  great  !  his  plan,  how  vast 
But  when  it  all  appears  at  last, 
It  will  our  highest  praise  excel  ; 
For  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

6 
When  the  creation  is  restor'd, 
And  God  shall  be  by  all  ador'd, 
How  loudly  will  the  triumph  swell, 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

7 
Sin,  death,  and  hell,  will  Christ  destroy, 
And  fill  the  universe  with  joy  ; 
His  love  shall  then  each  voice  compel 
To  cry  "  He  hath  done  all  things  well." 

HYMN  234.      P.  M. 

JjEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty  Name  ; 


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Lo  !  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 
2 
Thou,  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God  ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power  ; 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  rapid  wings, 
In  triumph,  rides  the  King  of  kings, 

Th'  astonish'd  worlds  adore. 
3 
Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunder  of  the  skies, 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll  ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 
4 
Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throng,  and  sing  ; 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise  ; 
To  him,  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tip'd  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 
5 
Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayM, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  reas'ning  head, 

In  heav'nly  praise  employ  : 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heav'n's  wide  arch  repeat  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

HYMN  235.     P.  M. 

_I_jET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 
To  sing  a  lofty  song  of  praise, 

And  bless  the  great  Jehovah's  name  ; 


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1 1  is  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the*  nations  show, 

And  all  liis  works  of  grace  proclaim. 
2 
.Great  is  the  Loivl,  his  praise  be  great, 
Who  sits  on  high  enthron'd  in  state, 

To  him  alone  let  piaise  be  giv'n  ; 
Those  gods,  the  heathen  world  adore, 
In  vain  pretend  to  sov'reign  power, 

He  only  rules  who  made  the  heav'n. 

o 

He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  spread  the  sky. 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

He  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  ; 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light, 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 
4 
Let  heaven  be  glad,  let  earth  rejoice, 
Let  ocean  lift  its  roaring  voice, 

Proclaiming  loud  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
For  joy  let  fertile  valleys  sing, 
And  tuneful  groves  their  tribute  bring, 

To  him  w.iose  power  the  world  sustains. 
5 
Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  own  its  sov'reign  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  shall  the  universe  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

HYMN  236.      C.  M. 

I^-OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne, 


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Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2 
«  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  hearts  reply, 

"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3 
Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divkie  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4 
The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  feless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  237.     L.  M. 

XjLESS'D  be  thy  name,  my  God  and  King, 
Fain  would  my  heart  thy  praises  sing," 
For  all  the  mercies  of  the  night, 
And  blessings  of  the  morning  light. 

2 
'Tis  through  thy  mercy,  Lord,  to  me, 
I've  liv'd  another  day  to  see  ; 
May  I  this  day  thy  praise  proclaim, 
And  give  the  glory  to  thy  name. 

3 
Give  me  this  day  my  daily  bread, 
And  while  my  body's  richly  fed, 
O  !  may  my  soul  be  truly  bless'd, 
And  feed  on  Christ,  my  righteousness. 


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HYMN  238.      P.  M. 

AWAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 

We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 

The  day  of  eternity  come  : 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  cur  native  al 
The  house  of  our  fattier  above, 

The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 
2 
Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When  rais'd  by  the  life-giving  word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn'd  as  a  bride  from  her  Lord  ; 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 
*  No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air  ; 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin, 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ! 
3 
By  faith  we  already  beh,pld 

That  lovely  Jurusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear  ; 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

^.nd  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 
4 
No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  follow'd  by  night, 
Where  Jesus's  beauties  display 

A  pure  and  a  permanent  light. 
The  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  sun, 

And  lo  1  by  reflection  they  shine, 
With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 

And  bright  in  effulgence  divine  ! 
S 


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HYMN  239.     P.  M. 


JLo  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah, 
Christ  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 
2 
Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  glorious  majesty  ; 
Those,  who  set  at  nought,  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 
3 
The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion  !' 
Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  ; 
Cause  of  endless  exultation, 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers  ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars. 
4 
Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  thee 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ; 

Jah,  Jehovah, 
Everlasting  God  come  down. 

HYMN  240.      P.  M. 

JtvISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  native  place  : 


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Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  scats  prepared  above. 
2 
Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3 
Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 


HYMN  241.      L.  M. 

A  HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
In  ev'ry  star,  thy  wisdom  shines  : 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2 
The  changing  seasons,  day  and  night, 
Thy  pow'r  and  providence  confess  : 
But  that  bless'd  volume  brings  to  light, 
Thy  grace,  and  truth,  and  righteousness. 


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The  circling  sun  conveys  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stands 
So  has  thy  truth  its  cheering  rays, 
Diffus'd  to  widely  distant  lands. 

4 
Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  bless'd, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

HYMN  242.      CM. 

©ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  : 
His  new  discover'd  grace  demands 

A  new  and  noble  song. 
t         2 
Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  came 

A  guilty  world  to  save  ; 
From  vice  and  error  to  reclaim, 

And  rescue  from  the  grave. 
3 
Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day  i 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
4 
With  pleasure  lift  your  wond'ring  eyes, 

Ye  islands  of  the  sea  : 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 

Prepare  the  Saviour's  way. 
5 
Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

And  send  his  truth  abroad. 


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HYMN  243.     P.  M. 

rRAISE  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator, 

Praise  be  thine  from  ev'ry  tongue, 
Join,  my  soul,  with  ev'ry  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song. 
2 
For  ten  thousand  blessings  giv'n, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  through  earth  and  heav'n, 

Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

HYMN  244.      P.  M. 

PART      FIRST. 

J.  WAS  ever  in  Jehovah's  heart, 
That  Christ,  the  Mediator's  part 

Should  perfectly  perform  ; 
Oh  love  divine  !  my  soul  resounds, 
Love  without  bottom,  without  bounds, 

To  ev'ry  fallen  worm. 
2 
Could  angels,  who  surround  his  throne. 
For  Adam's  sinful  race  atone, 

An  angel  had  come  down  ; 
But  God  design'd  that  human  clay 
Should  human  failures  all  repay, 

And  raise  them  to  a  throne. 
3 
Oh  !  glorious  work,  surpassing  all 
The  beauties  of  this  earthly  ball, 

Or  each  revolving  sphere  ; 
They  speak  the  great  Creator  wise  : 
They  fill  our  lucid  wond'ring  eyes, 

They  gloomy  regions  cheer  ! 
S  2 


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4 
But  what  are  planets,  stars,  or  sun, 
To  the  kind  work  that  God  has  done 

For  spirits  who  rebel  : 
When  planets  from  their  orbits  fall. 
And  conflagration  seize  this  ball, 

Secure,  with  him,  they'll  dwell. 

PART     SECOND. 

5 
Christ  had  a  kingdom  to  redeem  : 
From  love,  eternal  love,  the  scheme 

Originally  came  ; 
The  price  he  paid,  his  purple  gore 
Did  all  our  fallen  race  restore  ; 

He  will  his  ransom'd  claim. 
6 
My  soul  anticipates  the  hour, 
When  raised  by  Almighty  Pow'r, 

I  near  the  throne  shall  stand  ; 
There,  see  my  God,  with  smiling  face.. 
Receive  the  millions  sav'd  by  grace, 

From  my  Redeemer's  hand  : — 
7 
Methinks  I  hear  the  Saviour  say, 
My  work's  complete,  this  happy  day 

My  soul  is  satisfied  ; 
Anger,  and  death,  and  hell  are  gone  ; 
Sin,  sorrow,  pain,  no  more  are  known  ; 

For  this,  for  this,  I  died. 

HYMN  245.     P.  M. 

X  E  tribes  of  Adam  join, 
With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas. 

And  offer  notes  divine 
,  To  your  Creator's  praise  ; 


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Ye  holy  thronp:  of  angels  bright) 
In  realms  ol  light  begin  the  song. 
2 
Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rules  the  night) 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
\\  ith  stars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare,  ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly  in  empty  air. 
3 
The  shining  worlds  above 

In  beauteous  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word,  and  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came  to  praise  the  Lord. 
4 
Ye  mountains  near  the  skies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  size, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 
Beasts,  wild  and  tame,  birds,  flies,  and  worms. 
In  various  forms  exalt  his  name. 
5 
Virgins  and  youth  engage 

To  sound  his  praise  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join. 
Wide  as  he  reigns  his  name  be  sung, 
By  ev'ry  tongue,  in  endless  strains. 
6 
Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above  : 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love  : 
While  earth  and  sky  attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise  his  honours  hierh. 


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HYMN  246.      P.  M, 

HEAVENLY  Father^  here  we  bless  thee,, 

All  thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 
And  with  humble  songs  address  thee, 

God  of  mercy,  love,  and  pow'r  ! 
Thou  hast  been  our  great  salvation, 

Through  the  world's  deceitful  maze  ; 
Through  affliction  and  temptation, 

Thou  hast  kept  us  all  our  days. 

2 
Having  help  from  thee  obtained, 

Here  before  thee,  Lord,  we  stand  ; 
Foes  and  fears  thou  hast  restrained, 

By  thy  gracious,  mighty  hand  ; 
Ev'ry  want  hast  thou  supplied, 

Life  and  health,  and  needful  food  ; 
Nothing  has  thy  love  denied 

Which  thou  knew'st  would  do  us  good. 

3  ___ 

But  renewing  love  and  favour 

In  us  wrought  by  sovereign  grace, 
Through  a  dear  and  precious  Saviour, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Here  our  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

Here  our  mighty  debt  is  paid  ; 
Here  we've  peace,  and  peace  with  heav'n 

Made  with  him  our  living  Head. 

HYMN  247.     S.  M. 

IxRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


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Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man 
\nd  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan. 

3 
Grace  first  inscrib'd  my  name 
In  God's  eternal  book  : 
'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took. 

4 
Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5 
Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow  : 
'Twas  grace  which  kept  me  to  this  day 
And  will  not  let  me  go. 

6 
Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  248.      P.  M. 

Jr  ROM  heav'n  the  loud,  th'  angelic  song  began, 

It  shook  the  skies,  and  reach'd  astonish'd  man  ; 
By  man  re-echo'd,  it  shall  mount  again, 

WThilst  fragrant  odours  fill  the  blissful  plain. 
2 
Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 

In  earth  or  heav'n  the  Lord  of  all  ; 
Ye  princes,  rulers,  pow'rs  obey, 

And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 


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The  deed  was  done  !  the  Lamb  was  slain  ! 

The  groaning  earth  the  burthen  bore  : 
He  rose,  he  lives  !  he  lives  to  reign, 

Nor  time  shall  shake  his  endless  pow'r. 
4 
Riches,  and  all  that  decks  the  great, 

From  worlds  unnumber'd  hither  bring  ; 
The  tribute  pour  before  his  seat, 

And  hail  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 
5 
Wisdom  and  strength  are  his  alone, 

He  rais'd  the  top-stone,  shouting  grace  ; 
Honour  has  built  his  lofty  throne, 

And  glory  shines  upon  his  face. 
6 
Higher,  still  higher,  swell  the  strain  ; 

Creation's  voice  the  note  prolong  ; 
The  Lamb  shall  ever,  ever  reign  ; 

Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song. 
Hallelujah. 

HYMN  249.       C.  M. 

XjEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 

And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 

Of  our  eternal  King. 
2 
Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 

And  the  performing  God. 
3 
Proclaim  '  Salvation  from  the  Lord 

<  For  wretched,  dying  men  ;' 


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His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4 
Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  mighty  promise  shines  : 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknes  raze 

Those  everlasting  lines. 

HYMN  250.      P.  M. 

PART    FIRST. 

J  EHOVAH  reigns  !  let  ev'ry  nation  hear, 
And  at  his  footstool  bow,  with  holy  fear  ; 
Let  heaven's  high  arches  echo  with  his  name, 
And  the  whole  peopled  earth  his  praise  proclaim  ; 
Wide,  and  more  wide,  the  homage  still  extending 
Through  boundless  space,  and  ages  never  ending. 

2 
He  rules,  with  wide  and  absolute  command, 
O'er  the  wild  ocean  and  the  stedfast  land  : 
Jehovah  reigns,  unbounded  and  alone, 
And  all  creation  hangs  beneath  his  throne  : 
He  reigns  alone,  let  no  inferior  nature 
Usurp  the  honours  of  the  sole  Creator. 

3 
He  bade  the  struggling  beams  of  infant  light 
Shoot  through  the  massy  gloom  of  ancient  night, 
His  spirit  hush'd  the  elemental  strife, 
And  fed  the  kindling  flame  of  nature's  life, 
Seasons  and  months  began  their  long  procession, 
And  measur'd  o'er  the  year  in  bright  succession. 

4 
The  sun  receives  the  splendour  of  his  ray, 
Assumes  his  station,  and  creates  the  day  ; 
And  the  pale  moon  reflects  her  borrow'd  light 
Superior  o'er  the  shadows  of  the  night  ; 


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Ten  thousand  glitt'ring  lamps  the  skies  adorning, 
Numerous  as  dew  drops  in  a  vernal  morning. 

5 
From  chaos  rising,  earth  confess'd  his  pow*r  ; 
Adorn'd  with  ev'ry  plant  and  ev'ry  flow'r  ; 
And  issuing  from  the  hollow  of  his  hand    " 
The  waters  compass  and  divide  the  land  ; 
Seas,  rivers,  all  their  destin'd  channels  knowing, 
And  in  new  forms  eternal  goodness  showing. 

6 
The  new  born  earth  complete  in  rich  array, 
At  length  prepares  to  take  her  annual  way  ; 
And  with  untarnish'd  lustre  as  she  stood, 
Her  Maker  bless'd  his  work,  and  call'd'it  good  ; 
The  morning  stars  with  joyful  acclamation 
Exulting  sung,  and  hail'd  the  new  creation. 

PART    SECOND. 

7 
This  wond'rous  globe,  the  creature  of  a  day, 
Tho'  built  by  God's  right  hand,  must  pass  away, 
And  long  oblivion  creep  o'er  mortal  things. 
The  fate  of  empires,  and  the  pride  of  kings  : 
Eternal  night  shall  veil  their  proudest  story, 
And  drop  the  curtain  o'er  ail  hutiian  glory. 

8 
The  sun  himself,  with  gath'rlng  clouds  oppress'd, 
Shall  in  his  silent,  dark  pavillion  rest  ; 
His  golden  urn  shall  break,  and  useless  lie 
Amidst  the  common  ruins  of  the  sky  ; 
The  stars  rush  headlong  in  the  wild  commotion, 
And  bathe  their  glitt'ring  foreheads  in  the  ocean. 

9 
But  fix'd,  O  God,  for  ever  stands  thy  throne  ; 
Jehovah  reigns  an  universe  alone  ; 
Th'  eternal  fire,  that  feeds  each  vital  flame, 
For  ever  was,  for  ever  is  the  same  ; 


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He  dwells  within  his  own  unfathom'd  essence, 
And  fills  all  space  with  his  unbounded  presence. 

10 
But  oh  !  we  sink  the  theme  we  aim  to  raise, 
And  silence  is  our  least  injurious  praise. 
Ceasej  cease  your  songs,  the  daring  flight  control; 
Revere  him  in  the  stillness  of  the  soul  ; 
With  humblest  duty  prostrate  fall  before  him, 
And  deep  within  your  inmost  hearts  adore  him 

HYMN  251.     P.  M. 

SONS  of  Adam,  why  despair  ? 
Know  your  heav'nly  Father's  care  : 
Though  you're  fallen,  ye  shall  be 
Heirs  of  bliss,  eternally. 

2 
God  is  love,  nor  wrath  can  bear  ; 
Love  with  wrath  shall  never  share  : 
Chast'ning  rods  as  mercies  prove, 
Guided  by  a  Father's  love. 

r> 
O 

Christ,  the  ransom  price  hath  paid  ; 
He's  become  his  people's  Head  : 
He  on  Calvary's  summit  dy'd  : 
God,  your  Father's  satisfy'd. 

4 
Trace  his  love,  and  say,  if  you 
Can  refrain  from  loving  too  ; 
Walk  his  ways  and  trust  his  word  ; 
Peace,  and  comfort  they'll  afford. 


HYMN  252.     C.  M. 

XxE  comes  1  Jehovah  comes  to  bles-- 
The  nations  as  their  God  : 


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To  shew  his  truth  in  righteousness* 

And  spread  his  power  abroad. 
2 
The  christian  world  in  darkness  lies. 

By  falshood  over-run  ; 
The  moon  and  stars  no  longer  rise, 

And  clouds  have  veil'd  the  sun. 
3 
But  lo  !  the  mighty  God  appears, 

On  clouds  behold  him  rise  ; 
He  comes  to  dry  his  Zion's  tears, 

And  cheer  his  mourning  bride. 
4 
Now  sacred  love  with  mildest  rays 

In  Zion's  land  shall  rise  ; 
The  heavenly  sun  divinely  blaze, 

And  brighten  all  the  skies. 
5 
Now  truth  shall  chace  the  clouds  away, 

And  falshood  reign  no  more  ; 
But  one  unclouded,  heavenly  day 

Shall  shine  from  shore  to  shore. 


HYMN  253.     L.  M. 

J.  HE  morning  dawns  ;  celestial  light 
Dispels  the  gloomy  shades  of  night  ; 
Truth  rears  her  standard  once  again, 
And  love,  celestial  love,  shall  reign. 

2 
The  heavenly  Sun,  the  Lord  our  God, 
Beams  his  refulgent  rays  abroad  : 
He  comes  to  bless  the  ransom'd  soul, 
And  spread  his  truth  from  pole  to  pole 

3 
Now  nations  barb'rous,  rude,  and  blind, 
In  Jesus  shall  salvation  find  : 


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Idols  before  his  name  shall  fall, 
And  Christ  our  God  be  Lord  of  all. 

4 
Thus  every  land  and  clime  shall  hear 

The  Lord  is  God,  his  name  revere  ; 
From  sin,  and  death,  and  darkness  rise., 

And  join  the  concert  of  the  skies. 


HYMN  254.      S.  M. 

JLONG  have  the  infernal  band 

In  bondage  held  the  mind  ; 
Darkness  and  lies  spread  o'er  the  land,. 

And  made  the  nations  blind. 
2 

The  christian  world  lias  lain 

In  error,  sin,  and  night ; 
But  heav'n's  bright  sun  appears  again. 

And  beams  celestial  light. 
3 

Now  living  waters  flow, 

To  cheer  the  humble  soul  ; 
From  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go, 

And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 
4 

Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 

And  grow  on  earth  again  ; 
Jesus  Jehovah  be  our  King, 

And  o'er  the  nations  reign. 
5 

Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 

The  world  shall  hear  his  word  ; 
By  one  bless'd  name  shall  he  be  knowu> 

The  universal  Lord. 


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HYxMN  255.      C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  God  of  truth  and  might, 

Jehovah,  Jesus,  Lord  ; 
Around  him  beams  celestial  light, 

And  be  our  God  ador'd  ! 
2 
The  Son  of  man,  and  God  of  heav'n, 

On  clouds  he  makes  his  way  : 
To  him  are  pow'r  and  glory  giv'n. 

And  boundless  is  his  sway. 
3 
His  holy  kingdom  is  begun, 

And  will  divinely  grow  ; 
Nations  and  lands,  from  sun  to  sun, 

Their  God  and  Saviour  know. 
4 
People  of  ev*ry  name  confess 

Jehovah,  Jesus,  Lord, 
Serve  him  in  truth  and  righteousness. 

And  glory  in  his  word. 
5 
His  kingdom  must  for  ever  stand, 

Our  God  for  ever  reign  : 
His  church,  supported  by  his  hand, 

Eternal  shall  remain. 

HYMN  256.     L.  M. 

«J  ESUS,  thou  Sun  of  love  divine, 
Thy  rays  through  boundless  nature  shine 
In  thee  with  bright  effulgence  meet 
Wisdom  and  love,  and  light  and  heat. 

2 
Through  heaven  thy  glory  is  display'd 
In  one  bright  day  without  a  shade  :; 


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Angels  From  thee  supremely  prove 
The  nameless,  endless  joys  of  love. 

3 
With  thee  they  dwell  in  fervid  light, 
Nor  feel  nor  fear  the  shades  of  night  ; 
Thy  heavenly  beams  will  never  fail, 
But  one  eternal  day  prevail. 

4 
Be  darkness  known  on  earth  no  more, 
But  truth  display'd  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
Till  men  of  every  land  shall  see 
Thy  glory,  Lord,    and  worship  thee. 

5 
*Tis  done — the  Sun  of  love  appears, 
The  shades  withdraw,  the  morning  clears  \ 
Now  love  and  truth  prevails  again, 
And  one  eternal  day  shall  reign. 

HYMN  257.      CM. 

How  shall  we  praise  thy  dear-lov'd  Name 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
Fain  would  we  all  thy  love  proclaim, 

And  sound  thy  pow'r  abroad. 
2 
But  ah  !  our  noblest  accents  die, 

So  weak  and  mean  they  prove  j 
In  vain  our  warmest  praises  try 

To  speak  thy  boundless  love. 

r> 
O 

So  vast  the  subject,  angels'  tongues 

Can  never  speak  its  worth  ; 
Not  all  their  soul-enchanting  songs 

Can  ever  set  it  forth. 
4 
Unfathomable  are  its  deeps, 

Its  height  no  angel  knows  % 


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Open  this  fountain  ever  keeps? 

And  unto  all  it  flows. 
5 
For  love  is  Deity  alone, 

'Tis  heav'n,  and  all  divine  ; 
It  beams  refulgent  from  the  throne  ; 

And  will  forever  shine. 

HYMN  258.     C.  M. 

W  HEN  Jesus  shed  compassion's  tear 

O'er  Israel's  fallen  i  ace, 
t*  I  will  (said  he)  again  appear, 

And  with  superior  grace." 
2 
The  Jews  were  faithless,  and  his  word 

They  treated  with  disdain  : 
But  faithful  is  the  mighty  Lord, 

And,  lo  !  he  comes  again. 
3 
But  not  the  man  of  sorrow  now, 

He  bears  the  cross  no  more  ; 
No  more  sharp  thorns  disgrace  his  brow 

But  heav'n  and  earth  adore. 
4 
The  mighty  God  of  all  appears, 

The  only  God  is  he  ; 
He  comes  to  dry  his  Zion's  tears, 

And  set  the  captive  free. 

HYMN  259.       C.  M. 

'JN  OW  blessing,  honour,  glory,  praise 

By  angel  hosts  are  sung  ; 
The  saints  below  their  voices  raise, 

And  join  the  heav'nly  throng. 


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2 
Ador'd  be  he  who  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  with  his  love  ; 
To  shew  his  truth  and  righteousness, 

And  ev'ry  cloud  remove. 
3 
Blessed  be  he  who  comes  to  reign 

In  Zion's  happy  land  : 
Jerusalem  is  built  again, 

And  shall  forever  stand. 
4 
No  more  this  kingdom  shall  decay, 

No  more  the  temple  fall  ; 
Here  Jesus  reigns  with  endless  sway, 

The  King  and  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  260.      P.  M. 

WrIAT  blessings  below  we  daily  receive  ! 
There's  nothing  too  great  for  Jesus  to  give  ; 
Ten  thousand  rich  mercies  encircle  us  round, 
And  we  in  this  desert  with  goodness  are  crown'c), 

2 
Though  common  our  gifts,  no  less  do  they  prove 
The  Giver  is  kind  and  free  in  his  love  ; 
The  more  they  are  common,  the  more  may  we  see 
How  kind  to  poor  sinners  Jehovah  can  be. 

3 
Our  health,strength,and  ease,  our  clothing  and  food, 
Jehovah  gives  these,  and  all  that  is  good  ; 
The  earth  teems  with  plenty  our  wants  to  supply, 
And  millions  of  cattle  to  feed  us  must  die. 

4 
For  us  must  the  rain  in  showers  descend, 
The  vast  orbs  of  light  our  footsteps  attend  ; 
The  sun  teams  around  us  in  glory  by  day, 
The  moon  and  stars  nightly  direct  us  our  way 


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5 

Nor  merely  our  wants  has  Jesus  supplied, 
He  gives  us  enough  for  pleasures  beside  ; 
All  nature  stands  ready  to  render  us  aid, 
And  all  the  creation  our  servant  is  made. 

6 
Come,  then,  O  my  soul,  his  goodness  confess 
To  Jesus  thy  praise  with  rapture  express  ; 
For  mercies  he  gives  thee  send  praises  above, 
And  let  not  the  angels  excel  thee  in  love. 

HYMN  261.      L.  M. 

AS  we  advance  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Thy  love  demands  new  songs  of  praise  ; 
Our  pleasures,  joys,  and  hopes  increase? 
And  all  within  is  settled  peace. 

2 
Our  foes  with  weaker  pow'r  assail  ; 
With  strength  increasing  we  prevail  ; 
Above  our  ev'ry  tempter  ri^e, 
And  press  with  zeal  towards  the  skies. 

3 
Look  we  at  death  ?  'tis  with  delight  ; 
A  gentle  sleep,  and  short  the  night  ; 
Angels  support  the  feeble  head, 
Our  souls  have  nothing  here  to  dread. 

4 
Think  we  of  judgment  ?  happy  day  ! 
Jovful  the  summons  we  obey  ; 
It  is  to  meet  the  God  we  love, 
And  take  our  glorious  crowns  above. 

5 
Transporting  thought  !  celestial  state  i 
For  tkis  we  live,  for  this  we  wait  ; 
And  while  we  take  the  happy  road, 
Our  songs  of  praise  ascend  to  God, 


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HYMN  262.      P.  M. 

H.AIL,  happy  day,  the  type  of  rest, 
When  all  the  faithful  shall  be  bless'd, 

And  cease  from  toil  and  pain  ; 
So  we  to-day  the  emblem  prove, 
Cease  from  all  work,  but  praise  and  love, 

And  solid  pleasure  gain. 
2 
To-day  our  mighty  Conqueror  rose, 
In  triumph  o'er  his  numerous  foes, 

And  death  a  captive  bound  ; 
So  we  from  ev'ry  evil  rise, 
Mount  up  in  thought  towards  the  skies, 

And  walk  on  Zion's  ground  ! 
3 
Begone,  ye  ev'ry  worldly  care  ; 
My  soul  to  study,  praise,  and  prayer, 

To-day  be  wholly  giv'n  ; 
I'll  humbly  wait  at  Jesus'  feet, 
The  saints  in  solemn  worship  meet, 

And  learn  the  way  to  heav'n. 
4 
Jesus  will  kindly  condescend 
To  teach  my  soul,  my  heart  amend, 

And  fill  me  with  his  love  ! 
That  ev'ry  sabbath  I  may  know, 
An  antepast  of  heav'n  below, 

The  rest  of  saints  above  ! 

HYiMN  263.      L.  M. 

_L  HOU  God  of  mercy,  loving,  kind, 
To  save  the  fallen  race  inclin'd  ; 
Mercy  and  love  are  thy  delight, 
And  all  thy  ways  are  just  and  right. 


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2 
Can  Christ  our  God  a  Moloch  be, 
Pleas'd  with  his  creatures'  misery  ? 
Dooming  nine-tenths  of  men  that  fell, 
To  burning  flames  and  endless  hell  ? 

3 
A  God  in  wrath  and  vengeance  dress'd, 
In  rage  which  cannot  be  express'd  ? 
Decreeing  unborn  souls  to  death, 
Long  ere  they  sinn'd,  or  drew  their  breath 

4 
No,  Lord,  thy  name  and  nature's  love, 
To  all  mankind  thy  bowels  move  ; 
Thy  saving  grace  for  all  is  free, 
And  none  are  doom'd  to  misery. 

HYMN  264.      L.  M. 

JaISE,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
Prepare  a  sweet  angelic  song  ; 
Surprising  mercies  must  require 
An  angel's  lay,  a  seraph's  fire. 

2 
See  what  the  gracious  God  of  heav'n 
Hath  now  to  his  own  Israel  giv'n  ; 
No  heart  can  feel,  no  tongue  express, 
The  wonders  of  his  love  and  grace. 

3 
In  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  was  kind, 
And  to  his  church  reveal'd  his  mind  ; 
But  we  enjoy  a  wond'rous  store 
Of  mercies  never  known  before. 

4 
The  sun  of  heav'n  illumes  the  soul, 
Oceans  of  mercies  sweetly  roll ; 
The  heav'nly  streams  of  truth  and  love 
Flow  freely  from  the  Fount  above. 


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.. 
O  happy  day  !  we  live  to  sec 
How  kind  to  men  our  God  can  be  : 
His  greatest  mercies  stand  confess'd. 
And  Zion  is  divinely  bless'd. 

6 
Thy  truth  and  loving  kindness,  Lord, 
We  will  with  holy  songs  record  ; 
To  us  are  richest  favours  giv'n, 
And  praises  shall  return  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  265.      P.  M. 

H-OW  charming  the  subject  I  sing, 
How  grand  is  the  rapturous  strain  ; 
Ye  angels  your  eloquence  bring, 

With  music  enliven  the  plain  : 
In  all  its  enchantments  divine, 

The  subject  you  joyfully  prove  ; 
And  happy  the  mortals  that  join 
With  you  to  taste  conjugal  love. 
2 
Tis  holy,  seraphic,  and  pure, 

It  flows  from  the  fountain  of  grace  ; 
The  vile,  the  abandon'd  impure, 

With  these  it  can  never  have  place  : 
'Tis  only  enjoy'd  by  the  mind, 

In  whom  true  religion  is  found  ; 
Nor  here  we  the  happiness  find, 
Without  a  celestial  ground. 
3 
Where  then  is  the  rapturous  pair, 

Who  conjugal  pleasures  possess  ? 
'Tis  found  with  the  man  and  the  fair, 

Whose  only  delight  is  to  bless  ; 
Whose  love  is  so  ardent  a  flame, 
That  nothing  can  equal  its  fire  i 


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Whose  will  is  in  all  things^  the  same, 
The  same  is  their  ev'ry  desire  ! 


United  by  Jesus  alone, 

In  goodness,  in  truth,  and  in  heart, 
And  both  are  so  perfectly  one, 

Eternity  never  can  part  ; 
Their  union  has  love  for  its  ground, 

The  love  of  the  Lord  to  his  bride  \ 
And  hence  in  affection  they're  bound 

So  close,  they  can  never  divide. 


HYMN  266.      L.  M. 

jl  E  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sov'reign  King  : 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2 
The  Lord  is  God  :  'Tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

c> 
O 

Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there 

4 
The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure 


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HYMN  267.     S.  M. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

And  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
In  God,  the  source  of  all  thy  joys, 

Thy  Saviour  God,  rejoice. 
2 

His  robes  were  stain'd  in  blood, 

When  he  subdu'd  his  foes  ; 
And  'twas  for  us  the  mighty  God 

To  conquer  hell  arose. 
3 

By  his  almighty  pow'r, 

Against  our  foes  he  fought  ; 
And  in  the  great  and  awful  hour, 

Our  full  salvation  wrought. 

HYMN  268.      P.  M. 

J.N  yon  bless'd  world  above, 
Where  angel-hosts  reside, 
The  Sun  of  truth  and  love 
Is  never  known  to  hide  ; 
Its  sacred  heat  for  ever  glows, 
Divinely  sweet  to  all  it  flows. 
2 
Its  all-attracting  light 

For  ever  flows  the  same  ; 
No  darkness  there  or  night, 
No  clouds  obscure  the  flame  : 
One  endless  day  will  constant  shine 
And  ev'ry  ray  is  light  divine. 
8 
O,  could  we  see  this  light, 

And  feel  its  heav'nly  heat, 
Joyful  we'd  take  our  flight 
To  some  celestial  seat  ; 
U 


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With  angels  sit  and  sing  away 
At  Jesus'  feet,  an  endless  day. 
4 
But  stay,  my  soul,  forbear — 

The  kingdom  is  thine  own  ; 
But  let  me  first  prepare, 
Then  covet  to  be  gone  : 
Stay  yet  below  till  fully  pure, 
Then  shall  I  know  my  heav'n  is  sure. 

HYMN  269.      C.  M. 

t^OME,  from  the  stately  mansions  i}ove, 

The  heav'nly  landscape  see  ; 
Behold  the  wide  extended  grove, 

With  fruit  on  ev'ry  tree  ! 
2 
O  glorious  foliage,  lively  green, 

In  shades  of  various  dye  ! 
Above,  below,  around,  are  seen 

A  paradise  of  joy. 
3 
Here  walks  of  wond'rous  length  extend, 

And  deep  the  rural  gloom  ; 
The  golden  fruits  in  clusters  bend, 

With  flowers  of  rich  perfume. 
4 
From  walk  to  walk  the  angels  rove, 

Or  on  the  banks  recline  ; 
In  songs  of  praise,  and  notes  of  love, 

With  nameless  rapture  join. 
5 
Sweet  bow*rs  are  form'd,  and  velvet  seats. 

By  young  entwining  shoots  ; 
And  all  the  happy,  bless'd  retreats 

Abound  with  pleasant  fruits. 


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Here  beds  of  flow'rs  celestial,  spread, 
The  fragrance  cheers  the  mind  ; 

And  arched  bow'rs  above  the  head, 
In  wond'rous  beauty  join'd. 


HYMN  270.      S.  M. 

DARKNESS  pervades  the  mind. 

And  clouds  prevent  the  light, 
That  few  Jehovah  Jesus  know, 

Or  worship  him  aright. 
2 

But,  Lord,  we  come  to  thee, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
In  thy  Divine  Humanity 

Thou  art  our  God  alone. 
3 

Thine  essence  none  can  see, 

That  is  beyond  our  sight ; 
But  thy  Divine  Humanity 

Is  seen  in  heav'nly  light. 
4 

Thou  art  the  only  God, 

The  only  Man  art  thou  ; 
And  only  thee  our  souls  adore, 

At  thy  bless'd  feet  we  bow. 
5 

In  essence  thou  art  one, 

And  one  in  person  too  ; 
Though  in  thine  essence,  seen  by  none} 

Thy  person  we  may  view. 
6 

The  human  made  Divine, 

Our  souls  with  joy  adore  ; 
And  soon  with  angels  we  shall  join. 

To  praise  and  love  thee  more. 


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HYMN  ,271.     L.M. 

.DEATH,  thou  art  welcome  to  my  arms, 
Attended  with  a  thousand  charms  ; 
From  prison  then  I  shall  be  freed, 
By  pow'r  divine,  and  live  indeed. 

2 
Then  let  this  feeble  flesh  decay, 
Joyful  the  summons  I'll  obey  ; 
My  heav'nly  body  longs  to  flee 
From  prison  to  full  liberty. 

3 
This  flesh  and  blood  I  want  no  more, 
I  land  upon  a  purer  shore  ; 
Its  work  is  done,  and  I  resign 
That  dust,  which  is  no  longer  mine. 

4 
Then  will  my  spirit  glorious  rise, 
Matur'd  by  goodness  for  the  skies  ! 
A  form  of  heav'nly  light  and  love, 
And  well  prepar'd  to  live  above  ! 

HYMN  272.     L.  M. 

X  O  thee,  Jehovah,  Lord,  alone, 
Who  reignest  on  th'  eternal  throne  ; 
We  send  our  praises,  Lord,  to  thee, 
In  thy  Divine  Humanity. 

2 
While  others  boast  more  gods  than  one, 
Some  two,  some  three,  and  others  none  : 
Jesus,  we  worship  none  but  thee, 

In  thy  Divine  Humanity. 

2 

What  other  God  should  we  adore  ? 
Thou  art  our  Lord,  we  want  no  more  ; 


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Thou  hast  reveal'd  thy  Deity, 
In  thy  Di\ine  Humanity. 

4 
In  human  form  thou  art  confess'd, 
With  all  divine  perfections  bks.s'd  ; 
And  soon  we  shall  our  Saviour  see 
In  his  Divine  Humanity. 

5 
Be  all  thy  name  by  us  ador'd, 
Jehovah,  Jesus,  God,  or  Lord  ; 
For  all  thy  boundless  Deity 
Centers  in  thy  Humanity. 

6 
We  worship  thee,  und  thee  alone, 
As  Father,  Holy  Ghost,  and  Son  ; 
The  one  Jehovah  God  we  see 
In  thy  Divine  Humanity. 

HYMN  273.     S.  M. 

▼V  HEN  I  survey  this  world, 
With  all  its  beauteous  frame, 
Its  great  Creator  I  adore, 
And  celebrate  his  name. 

2 
The  boundless  whole  displays 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  : 
All  nature  echoes  with  his  praise,. 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

3 
The  sun  in  ev'ry  beam 
Proclaims  the  God  above  : 
Its  ardent  rays  exhibit  him, 
Who  rules  the  worlds  in  love, 

4 
The  lofty  stars  by  night, 
The  moon  with  paler  glow> 
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In  ev'ry  twinkling  ray  of  light. 

Their  Maker's  honour  shew, 
5 

The  universal  whole 

Proclaims  Jehovah's  praise  ; 
And  O,  that  ev'ry  living  soul 

Would  songs  of  honour  raise  ! 

6 
The  worlds  were  made  in  love, 
By  wisdom  all  divine  ; 
And  while  in  praise  my  tongue  can  move. 
That  praise,  O  Lord,  be  thine  I 


HYMN  274.     S.  M. 
Salvation  !  o  the  thought  i 

For  sinners  doom'd  to  die, 
Paid  for  by  Jesus,  dearly  bought, 
To  raise  his  foes  on  high. 

2 
Salvation,  O  the  song  ! 
Let  all  the  world  proclaim, 
And  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue* 
Rejoice  to  hear  the  name. 

3 
Salvation,  rich  and  free, 
Salvation,  long  and  broad, 
Sabation  for  such  worms  as  we, 
'Tis  all  the  work  of  God. 

4 
He  works  to  will  and  do, 
The  Alpha  is  his  name, 
\nd  he  the  great  Omega  too, 
All  glory  to  the  Lamt>. 


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HYMN  275.      C.  M. 

JEHOVAH  Jesus  is  my  Lord. 

I  trust  in  him  alone  ; 
For  ev'ry  promise  of  lus  word 

Is  stedfast  as  his  throne. 
2 
Am  I  a  sinner  in  his  sight, 

And  humbled  for  my  guilt  ? 
To  save  and  heal  is  his  delight, 

For  me  his  blood  was  spilt. 
3 
Am  I  athirst  for  living  wine  ? 

The  fountain's  full  and  free  ; 
Jesus  will  give  the  truth -divine, 

He  promis'd  it  to  me. 
4 
Am  I  desiring  heav'nly  bread 

With  an  impatient  mind  ? 
With  this  I  shall  be  richly  fed,. 

For  Jesus  Christ  is  kind. 


HYMN  276.      S.  M. 


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RE  AT  God,  we  give  thee  praise 
For  all  thy  wond'rous  grace  ! 
Thy  kind  and  condescending  ways 
To  our  poor  fallen  race  ! 

o 
O 

Thou  hast  thy  love  reveal'd 
Beyond  what  prophets  knew  ; 
The  holy  book  of  truth  unseal'd 
To  our  astonish'd  view. 

3 
We  wander  now  no  more 
Where  sons  of  darkness  lead  ; 


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But  truth  in  sacred  light  explore* 

And  wonder  while  we  read. 
4 

The  letter  of  thy  word 

Before  we  hardly  knew  ; 
And  in  our  awful  darkness,  Lord, 

Deem'd  half  the  word  untrue. 
5 

But  now  its  inward  sense 

Is  open'd  to  the  mind  ; 
We  learn  thine  heav'nly  doctrines  thence. 

And  living  waters  find. 
6 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  name, 

For  light  and  truth  divine  ! 
From  thee  the  welcome  mercies  came, 

And  be  the  glory  thine  ! 


HYMN  277.      L.  M. 

WOW  we  are  met  from  diff'rent  parts 
May  heav'nly  love  inspire  our  hearts  j 
May  all  we  do  be  done  in  love, 
Like  those  that  meet  to  praise  above. 

2 
May  this  a  striking  emblem  be, 
Of  that  great  meeting  all  must  see  : 
Where  heav'nly  love  tunes  ev'ry  chord, 
In  loud  hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

3 
Be  with  us,  Jesus,  while  we  stay, 
And  guide  us  when  we  praise  or  pray  ; 
In  all  we  do,  may  we  proclaim 
The  praise  and  glory  of  thy  name. 


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HYMN  278.     S.  M. 

xjUT  O,  what  wonders  rise 

To  our  astonish'd  view  ! 
The  clouds  are  driven  from  the  skies, 

And  all  the  scene  is  new. 
2 

No  more  a  fruitless  strife 

For  error  we  maintain  ; 
The  word  is  spirit,  truth,  and  life, 

And  human  notions  vain. 
3 

The  word  is  all  divine, 

Its  inmost  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  glories  through  the  letter  shine, 

And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 
4 

Now  Jesus  gives  to  know 

Its  true  internal  sense  ; 
And  doth  to  all  his  church  below 

Its  light  and  truth  dispense. 
5 

None  but  the  Lord  can  make 

His  word  to  sinners  known  ; 
What  Jesus  gives  we  thankful  take, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ! 

HYMN  279.     L.  M. 

JljOLD  is  the  man.  who  dares  to  curse 
One  soul,  here  on  this  earthly  ball, 
Since  Jesus  dy'd  and  rose  for  us, 
In  whom  God  justify'd  us  all. 

2 
He  that  condemns  one  soul  on  earth, 
He  doth  condemn  the  Lord's  elect  j 


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He  doth  condemn  himself  to  death, 
And  doth  the  Son  of  God  reject. 

3 
Since  Jesus  Christ  contains  the  whole. 
In  whom  all  nations  are  as  one  ; 
He  that  condemns  a  single  soul, 
Condemns  Jehovah's  righteous  Son. 

4 
The  man  that  doth  one  soul  despise, 
Rejecteth  God,  and  Christ  his  Lamb  ; 
The  Lord  afresh  he  crucifies, 
And  puts  him  to  an  open  shame. 

5 
Christ  is  our  Head,  we  join  to  him, 
In  such  a  perfect  unity, 
That  if  we  harm  the  smallest  limb, 
We  do  the  whole  an  injury. 

6 
With  Christ  we  all  were  crucify'd, 
With  Jesus  Christ  we  rose  again, 
And  in  him  we  are  justify'd, 
And  with  him  we  shall  live  and  reign. 


HYMN  280.      P.  M. 

jE  angels  that  surround  the  throne, 
Where  your  Creator's  name  is  known, 

Through  all  the  realms  above, 
Your  greatest  skill  in  praising  try, 
And  all  your  golden  harps  employ, 

To  sing  creating  love. 
2 
But  you  the  children  of  his  love, 
Who  have  been  call'd  to  mount  above. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  too  : 


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Let  angels  to  your  songs  give  place, 
For  you  can  sine;  redeeming  grace, 

Your  song  is  always  new. 
3 
And  may  we  not,  who  still  lay  here, 
With  joy  and  triumph  lend  an  ear, 

And  humbly  try  to  sing, 
Though  darkly  through  a  glass  we  see, 
Each  of  us  cry,  "  he  dy'd  for  me, 

Adored  be  my  King." 
4 
But  when  we  take  the  sacred  book, 
And  at  each  precious  promise  look, 

Of  universal  grace  : 
'Tis  here  the  joyful  day  we  view, 
When  the  poor  Gentile  with  the  Jew* 

Shall  see  his  Saviour's  face. 

5 
Then  may  all  Adam's  fallen  race, 
As  fellow-heirs  of  this  same  grace, 

And  branches  of  one  vine, 
In  one  eternal  song  conspire, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  our  soul's  desire, 

When  all  their  brethren  join. 


HYMN  281.     C.  M. 

CjtOD  moves  in  a  myster'ous  way. 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
2 
Deep  in  unfathomable  minds 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  design? 
Vnd  works  his  sovereign  will. 


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3 
Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  j 

The  clouds,  you  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 
4 
Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
5 
His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
6 
Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  282.      C.  M. 

ONCE  more  do  we  enjoy  the  sign, 

That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Partake  the  sacred  bread  and  wine> 

The  holy  flesh  and  blood. 
2 
Now  seal'd  again  by  Jesus'  love, 

We  call  the  Lord  our  own  ; 
With  strength  renew'd  mount  up  above. 

And  hasten  to  our  throne. 
3 
©  happy  meeting,  heav'nly  feast  ! 

Where  God  and  sinners  meet  ! 
And  we  (behold)  the  honour'd  guest. 

That  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 


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4 
But  O,  the  bless'd,  transporting  thought  ! 

Soon  we  shall  rise  above  ; 
And  to  the  heav'nly  table  brought, 

There  taste  the  feast  of  love. 
5 
With  angels  and  bless'd  spirits  join 

In  all  that  can  be  giv'n, 
Of  goodness,  truth,  and  love  divine, 

In  that  eternal  heav'n. 


HYMN  283.      CM. 

X  HOU  great,  all-knowing,  present  God, 

Where'er  I  stay  or  rove, 
I  am  surrounded  still  by  thee, 

Encircled  with  thy  love. 
2- 
When  in  the  paths  of  vice  I  trod, 

Nor  fear'd  thy  holy  Name, 
Thou  wast  my  all-supporting  God, 

Thy  hand  preserved  my  frame. 
3 
Still,  Lord,  thy  hand  my  life  defends  ; 

My  life  I  owe  to  thee  ; 
Thy  mercy  all  my  way  attends, 

Thy  love  abounds  to  me. 
4 
Where'er  I  am,  I  am  thy  care; 

Thy  dealings  all  are  love  ; 
\nd  thine  intention  to  prepare 

My  soul  for  heav'n  above. 
5 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  guides  me  still 

In  all  his  righteous  ways  ; 
Daily  may  I  perform  his  will, 

Each  moment  live  his  praise 
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HYMN  284.      L.  M. 


▼V  HAT  wonders  hath  Jehovah  wrought, 
How  great  the  price  by  which  we're  bought  ! 
The  all  of  love  and  truth  divine, 
In  our  redemption  sweetly  join. 

2 
The  beams  of  love  descend,  and  bring 
Ten  thousand  blessings  from  our  King  ; 
While  rays  of  glorious  truth  and  light 
Unveil  his  glories  to  our  sight. 

3 
Thy  love  exceeds  our  highest  praise, 
And  all  the  songs  that  angels  raise  ; 
How  then  shall  we  attempt  to  sing 
The  boundless  goodness  of  our  King  ! 

4 
Dear  Lord,  had  we  ten  thousand  tongues, 
And  notes  beyo»d  the  angels'  songs  ; 
Still  we  should  fail,  nor  could  make  known 
The  nameless  mercies  of  thy  throne. 


HYMN  285.     C.  M. 

DEAR  Lord,  how  have  thy  creatures  err'd  ! 

How  low  their  thoughts  of  thee  ! 
Angels,  by  many,  are  preferr'd 

To  thy  Humanity. 
2 
Some  call  thee  Prophet,  some  a  Son, 

And  others,  man  alone  ; 
Some  give  thee  honours,  others  none, 

And  some  thy  Godhead  own. 
3 
But,  if  a  God  allow 'd  to  be, 

Not  thee  alone  supreme- 


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But  partner  of  the  Deity  ; 

And  thus  the  dreamers  dream. 
4 
But  thou  art  God,  and  God  alone, 

In  thy  Humanity  ; 
Before  thee,  Lord,  no  God  was  known, 

Nor  shall  be  after  thee. 
5 
Thy  human  nature  is  divine, 

Divine  is  human  too  ; 
Here  God  and  man  in  one  combine, 

And  not  three  Gods,  nor  two. 
6 
Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord, 

In  thy  Humanity  ; 
Who  art  the  Father,  Spirit,  Word, 

The  only  Deity. 

HYMN  286.      C.  M. 

OUR  Jesus  is  both  God  and  Man, 
In  human  form  is  he  ; 

Though  finite  beings  cannot  scan 
His  vast  infinity. 
2 

Why  should  we  fear  to  say  or  sing, 
Our  God  is  Man  alone,* 

When  to  the  heav'ns  the  sov'reign  King- 
As  God  and  Man  is  known. 
3 

Angels  behold  him  as  he  is, 
In  human  form  divine, 

While  wisdom,  love,  and  endless  bliss, 
From  his  bless'd  body  shine. 

*  By  man  alone,  understand  that  God  is  the  only  man, 
strictly  speaking-,  as  all  mankind  are  men  from  him,  and 
not  in  themselves . 


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4 
Jesus  to  angels  thus  made  known, 

They  see  the  God  they  love  ; 
In  human  form  he  fills  the  throne, 

And  all  the  heav'ns  above. 
5 
This  is  the  God  our  souls  adore, 

We  glory  in  his  name  ; 
And  joyful  will,  from  shore  to  shore, 

His  Deity  proclaim. 

HYMN  287.     C.  M. 

OUR  confidence  and  hope,  O  Lord, 

Are  fix'd  on  thee  alone  ; 
Encourag'd  by  thy  sacred  word, 

That  thou  wilt  sinners  own. 
2 
Here  storms  and  tempests  daily  low'r, 

And  enemies  assail  ; 
But  thou  dear  Lord,  our  Rock  and  Tow'r, 

Wilt  o'er  our  foes  prevail. 
3 
Infernal  hosts,  athirst  for  blood, 

Against  our  souls  combine  ; 
Our  hope  is  fiiv'ci  on  thee,  our  God, 

Thy  pow'r  is  all  divine. 
4 
We  sail  o'er  rough,  tempest'ous  waves. 

And  long  to  gain  the  land  ; 
Jesus  is  nigh,  and  ever  saves, 

By  his  almighty  hand. 
5 
On  him  in  troubles  we  rely, 

He  hears  us  when  we  call ; 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  nigh, 

He  is  our  all  in  all. 


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HYMN  288.     P.  M. 

CALM,  my  soul,  behold  thy  Saviour  ! 

This  bless'd  thought  shall  joy  impart, 
Though  by  all  the  world  forsaken, 

That  he  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
2 
What  though  all  the  world  are  preaching, 

"  Death  shall  reign  for  ever  more"  ? 
I'm  instructed  by  his  teaching, 

That  its  reign  shall  soon  be  o'er. 
3 
What  though  death,  and  hell,  and  ruin, 

Seek  my  soul  ?  thy  grace  I  see  ; 
Which  shall  still  go  on  subduing, 

And  bring  all  things  home  to  thee. 
4 
Jesus,  for  the  guilty  captive, 

Gave  his  precious  life  away  ; 
Nor  shall  death,  and  hell,  and  satan, 

Always  hold  the  Saviour's  prey. 
5 
But  I  feel  I  am  a  sinner  ; 

Can  his  grace  to  me  extend  ? 
Yes,  methinks  the  gospel  whispers, 

u  Jesus  is  the  sinner's  Friend." 
6 
Soon  we'll  leave  this  world  of  sorrow, 

And  behold  his  smiling  face  ; 
And  with  all  the  ransom'd  myriads 

Sing  the  triumphs  of  his  grace. 
7 
Oh  !  for  such  transcendent  goodness. 

May  each  soul  in  concert  rise  ; 
In  melodious,  grateful  anthems, 

Sound  his  praises  to  the  skies. 
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HYMN  289.      C.  M. 

FROM  thy  bless'd  body  radiant  light 

Beams  forth  in  god-like  rays 
A  sun  divine  to  angels'  sight 

Who  on  thy  beauty  gaze. 
2 
They  joyful  see  thee  as  thou  art> 

Thy  nameiess  glories  view  : 
And  unto  them  thou  dost  impart 

Eternal  glory  too. 
3 
O  could  we  all  thy  beauty  see, 

With  an  arch-angel's  eye  ; 
In  thy  Divine  Humanity, 

How  should  we  long  to  fly  ! 
4 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  be  praise, 

Below  we  taste  thy  love  ; 
And  soon  thou  wilt  our  spirits  raise, 

To  see  thy  face  above  ! 

HYMN  290.     L.  M. 

t'OME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  praise  him  with  exalted  voice  ; 
"We  are  his  care,  he  will  defend 
From  all  that  earth  and  hell  intend, 

2 
Our  souls  he  will  in  safety  keep, 
For  he's  the  Shepherd,  we  the  sheep  : 
Though  savage  lions  roar  around, 
In  Jesus  is  our  safety  found. 

3 
Why  should  we  fear  the  cruel  bear? 
Of  for  the  serpent's  poison  care  ? 


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Jesus  will  all  their  rage  subdue, 

And  make  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too 

4 
Let  men  and  devils  do  their  worst, 
Still  in  Jehovah's  name  we'll  trust  ; 
He  is  our  God,  and  doth  engage 
To  save  us  from  their  utmost  rage. 

5 
To  his  own  care  our  souls  are  giv'n, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  rise  to  heav'n  ; 
For  we  to  him  are  ever  nigh, 
And  he'll  defend  us  till  we  die. 


HYMN  291.      L.  M. 

olNG  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice, 
Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice,  rejoice  ! 
This  is  our  Saviour's  glorious  day, 
Wherein  he  made  hell's  troops  a  prey, 

2 
To  day  our  Saviour  from  on  high 
Inviics  his  own  dear  children  nigh  ; 
Come,  worship  now  before  his  face, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

3 
May  nought  but  grace  now  fill  our  tongues, 
Or  be  the  subject  of  our  songs  ; 
Since  ought  besides  thy  name,  Most  High? 
Is  emptiness  and  vanity. 

4 
May  ev'ry  thing  on  earth  give  place 
Unto  the  word  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
O  King  of  glory  !    enter  in, 
And  turn  out  ev'ry  thought  unclean. 


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HYMN  292.     L.  M. 


A  ND  is  this  heav'n  !  and  am  I  there  i 
How  short  the  road  !  how  swift  the  flight  1 
I  am  all  life,  all  eye,  all  ear  ; 
Jesus  is  here— my  soul's  delight. 

2 
Is  this  the  heav'nly  Friend  who  hung 
In  blood  and  anguish  on  the  tree, 
Whom  Paul  proclaim'd,  whom  David  sung, 
Who  dy'd  for  them,  who  dy'd  for  me  ? 

3 
How  fair,  thou  Offspring  of  my  God  ! 
Thou  first-born  Image  of  his  face  ! 
Thy  death  procur'd  this  bless'd  abode, 
Thy  vital  beams  adorn  the  place. 

4 
Lo  !  he  presents  me  at  the  throne 
All  spotless  ;  there  the  Godhead  reigns 
Sublime  and  peaceful  through  the  Son  : 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  strains. 

HYMN  293.     C.  M. 

JljEFORE  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I'll  sing  ; 
Awake  my  soft  and  tuneful  lyre, 

Awake  each  charming  string. 
2 
Awake,  and  let  thy  flowing  strains 

Glide  through  the  midnight  air, 
While  high  amidst  the  silent  orbs 

The  silver  moon  rolls  clear  : 

O 

While  all  the  glitt'ring,  starry  lamps 
Are  lighted  in  the  sky  ; 


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And  set  their  Maker's  greatness  forth 

To  thy  admiring  eye. 
4 
Awake  my  soft  and  tuneful  lyre, 

Awake  each  charming  string  ; 
Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I'll  sing. 
5 
Thou,  round  the  heav'nly  arch  dost  draw 

A  vast  and  sable  veil  ; 
Which  all  the  beauties  of  the  world 

From  mortal  eyes  conceal. 
6 
Again  the  sky  with  golden  beams, 

Thv  skilful  bands  adorn  ; 
And  puiut,  with  cheerful  splendor  gayT 

The  fair  ascending  morn. 
7 
And  as  the  gloomy  night  returns, 

Or  smiling  day  renews  ; 
Thy  constant  goodness  still  my  soul 

With  benefit  pursues. 
8 
For  this,  Fll  midnight  vows  to  thee 

With  early  incense  bring  ; 
And  ere  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 

Thy  lofty  praises  sing. 

HYMN  294.      C.  M. 

J  EHOVAH  lives,  and  be  his  name 

By  ev'ry  heart  ador'd  ! 
From  age  to  age  he  is  the  same, 

The  only  God  and  Lord  ! 
2 
He  is  our  Rock  when  troubles  rise, 

And  storms  and  tempests  low'r  ; 


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He  rides  triumphant  in  the  skies, 

And  saves  us  by  his  pow'r. 
3 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

We  give  Jehovah  praise  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts,  and  holy  songs 

To  our  DehVrer  raise. 

4 
He  saves  from  danger,  death,  and  hell, 

From  fear,  distress,  and  harm  ; 
Makes  ev'ry  soul  in  safety  dwell, 

For  mighty  is  his  arm. 

5 
Great  is  the  mercy  we  have  found, 

And  great  shall  be  our  praise  ; 
We'll  spread  his  pow'r  and  mercy  round,. 

And  songs  of  honour  raise. 


HYMN  295.       C.  M. 

IMMORTAL  Fountain  of  my  lifer 

My  last,  my  noblest  end  ; 
Eternal  Centre  of  my  soul, 

Where  all  its  motions  tend. 
2 
Thou  object  of  my  dearest  love, 

My  heav'nly  paradise, 
The  spring  of  all  my  flowing  joys, 

My  everlasting  bliss. 
3 
My  God,  my  hope,  my  vast  reward, 

And  ail  I  would  possess  ; 
Still  more  than  these  pathetic  names 

Afld  charming  words  express. 


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HYMN  296.      C.  M. 

No\V  to  our  God  a  song  of  praise, 

For  holy  is  his  name  ; 
Gracious  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 

We  will  his  love  proclaim. 

o 

See  from  his  throne  divinely  flow 

His  heav'nly  truth  and  love  ; 
Now  we  his  great  salvation  know, 

His  richest  mercy  prove. 
3 
He  is  the  Lord  our  only  God, 

He  comes  to  men  again  ; 
His  truth  and  love  are  spread  abroad. 

And  glorious  is  his  reign. 
4 
Jesus,  thou  hast  to  us  made  known 

The  doctrines  of  thy  word  ; 
Thou  art  our  Saviour  God  alone. 

We  know  no  other  Lord. 
5 
To  thee  our  songs  of  praise  arise, 

Thou  wilt  accept  our  lays  ; 
And  as  to  purer  states  we  rise, 

We'll  give  thee  purer  praise. 

HYMN  297.      C.  M. 

X  HE  gracious  Saviour  bow'd  his  head. 

And  drew  his  parting  breath  : 
The  spotless  Victim  vanquished  sin, 

And  dy'd  to  conquer  death. 
2 
Three  days,  so  High  Behest  ordain'd. 

Death  triumph'd  o'er  his  prize  ; 


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The  hour  of  grace  at  length  arriv'd, 
Behold  the  Conqu'ror  rise  ! 
3 

As  at  this  glorious  time  he  rose, 
And  wing'd  to  heav'n  his  flight, 

For  endless  ages  there  to  sit 
Enthron'd  in  realms  of  light. 

4 
Vast  was  the  grace  that  gave  to  death 

TV  anointed  Son  of  God  ; 
That  bid  the  Saviour  feel  for  us 

The  keen,  th'  avenging  rod. 

5 
With  ev'ry  grateful  thought  inspir'd , 

Devoutly  let  us  raise 
Our  humble  voice  to  mercy's  throne, 

In  never-ceasing  praise. 
6 
Nor  is  this  all ;  our  grateful  life 

Should  speak  the  thankful  mind,    , 
While  deeds  of  never  ending  good 

Proclaim  that  God  is  kind. 


HYMN  298.     L.  M. 

JL  HE  joyful  happy  day  appears, 
Jehovah  dries  his  Zion's  tears  ! 
He  comes  to  bless  the  humble  race. 
And  show  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

2 
Great  God,  my  praise  shall  rise  to  thee. 
Thy  seeming  anger's  turn'd  from  me  ; 
My  comforts  now  thou  wilt  restore, 
And  weeping  Zion  weep  no  more. 


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3 
Behold  our  God,  the  mighty  God, 
Who  spread  the  num'rous  worlds  abroad, 
Is  our  salvation  ;   we  rejoice, 
And  praise  his  name  with  cheerful  voice. 

4 
We'll  trust  in  him,  nor  be  afraid, 
Jehovah  is  our  fortress  made  ; 
He  is  our  strength,  his  arm  is  strong, 
And  we'll  exalt  him  in  our  song. 

5 
Wells  of  salvation  open  stand, 
And  living  waters  biess  the  land  ; 
And  while  we  draw,  with  joys  divine, 
Our  grateful  praises,  Lord,  are  thine. 

HYMN  299.      L.  M. 

x  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  adore  his  name, 
Declare  his  love,  his  truth  proclaim  ; 
Be  it  to  ev'ry  nation  known, 
Jesus  is  God,  and  God  alone. 

2 
Thine  honour  and  thy  name  we  sing, 
To  thee,  great  God,  our  tribute  bring  ; 
The  wond'rous  works  that  thou  hast  done 
Shall  soon  be  known  from  sun  to  sun. 

3 
Now  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  ! 
Zion,  thy  heart  and  voice  employ  ! 
Great  is  the  Lord,  he  dwells  in  thee, 
And  great  Jehovah's  praise  must  be. 

4 
Hosanna  to  thy  name,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  love  and  goodness  we  record  ; 
We  join  the  angel  hosts  above, 
And  praise  Jehovah,  God  of  love. 
X 


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HYMN  300.      P.  M. 

J3J.Y  life's  a  shade,  my  days 

Apace  to  death  decline  ; 
My  Lord  is  life,  he'll  raise 
My  dust  again,  e'en  mine  : 
Sweet  truth  to  me,  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 
2 
My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 

My  bones,  till  that  sweet  day 
I  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay. 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 
3 
My  Lord  his  angels  shall 

Their  golden  trumpets  sound  ; 
At  whose  most  welcome  call 
My  grave  shall  be  unbound. 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 
4 
I  said  some  time  with  tears, 

"  Ah  me,  I'm  loath  to  die  !" 
Lord,  silence  thou  those  faars, 
My  life's  with  thee  on  high. 
Sweet  truth,  Sec. 
5 
What  means  my  trembling  heart, 

To  be  thus  shy  of  death  ? 
My  life  and  I  shan't  part, 
Though  I  resign  my  breath. 
Sweet  truth,  Sec. 
6 
Then  welcome,  harmless  death  j 

By  thee  to  heav'n  I'll  go  ; 
My  Lord  his  death  shall  save 
Me  from  the  shades  below 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 


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HYMN  301.     C.  M. 

JEHOVAH  stretch'd  the  heav'ns  abroad, 

The  universe  he  made  ; 
I  [e  is  the  true  and  living  God, 

In  majesty  array 'd. 

2 
The  idol  gods  must  sink  and  fall, 

Though  long  by  men  ador'd  ; 
Jesus  is  God,  and  rules  o'er  all, 

The  universal  Lord. 
3 
All  povv'r  and  glory  are  his  own, 

Give  honour  to  the  Lord  ; 
Beauty  and  strength  adorn  his  throne. 

And  holy  is  his  word. 
4 
Ye  people,  to  Jehovah  give 

All  glory,  honour,  praise  : 
With  heart  and  voices,  v/hile  we  live, 

We'll  hallelujahs  raise. 

HYMN  302.     L.  M. 

vOME,  Zion's  daughter,  shout  and  sing, 
Israel,  thy  thankful  praises  bring, 
Jerusalem,  lift  up  thy  voice, 
And  heav'n  and  earth  in  God  rejoice. 

2 
The  Lord  Jehovah,  mighty  God, 
Removes  the  judgments  of  his  rod  ; 
Casts  out  our  ev'ry  hurtful  foe, 
And  doth  his  great  salvation  shew. 

3 
The  King  of  Israel,  Christ  the  Lord, 
Doth  in  his  church  his  name  record  ; 


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Her  faithful  sons  shall  faint  no  more, 
But  rise  to  joy,  and  God  adore. 

4 
The  Lord  our  God  in  Zion  dwells, 
Subdues  for  us  the  raging  hells  ; 
Our  God  will  save,  his  arm  is  strong, 
And  his  salvation  is  our  song. 

5 
Jesus  in  Zion  will  rejoice, 
Zion  the  object  of  his  choice  ; 
O  Zion  !  richly  thou  art  bless'd, 
Thy  God  with  thee  will  ever  rest. 

6 
To  God  the  Lord  be  praises  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n  ; 
Our  souls  the  joyful  chorus  join, 
To  give  Jehovah  praise  divine. 

HYMN  303.      C.  M. 

JUORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  heai 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
2 
Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting,  at  his  Father's  throne, 

Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3 
O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Makeev'ry  path  of  duty  straight, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 


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HYMN  304.      S.  M. 

THE  Lord  our  God  is  high, 

Dominion  is  his  own  ; 
In  vain  the  sons  of  men  may  try- 
To  make  his  glory  known. 
2 

Who  can  with  God  compare  ? 

Or  who  is  like  the  Lord  ? 
Not  man  or  highest  angel  dare 

Oppose  his  awful  word. 
3 

But  we'll  adore  his  name, 

With  all  the  pow'rs  we  boast  ; 
From  heav'n  the  great  Jehovah  came 

To  seek  and  save  the  lost. 
4 

Come  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Ye  men  and  angels  join 
To  spread  his  praise  from  pole  to  pole 

For  mercy  so  divine. 


HYMN  305.     L.  M. 

C'OME  sing  his  praise,  all  nature  rise. 
Whatever  is  beneath  the  skies, 
Earth,  water,  air,   exalt  his  name, 
And  all  your  hosts  his  praise  proclaim 

2 
Reptiles  that  on  the  surface  creep, 
Fossils  that  in  its  bosom  sleep  ; 
While  silent  ye  or  rest,  or  move, 
Praise  ye  the  mighty  God  above. 

Ye  seas  and  rivers,  fountains,  rills, 
And  whatsoe'er  your  bosom  fills, 
X2 


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Fishes  of  ev'ry  kind,  declare 

The  God  who  fix'd  your  station  there. 

4 
Ye  herbs  and  flow'rs,  and  meaner   weeds, 
Grass,  corn,  and  grain  of  different  seeds, 
Give  praise  to  him  who  makes  you  grow 
In  all  your  various  forms  below. 

HYMN  306.      P.  M. 

J.  HY  name  we  extol,  Jehovah  our  King, 
For  ever  in  thee  we'll  triumph  and  sing  ; 
From  morning  to  ev'ning  thy  goodness  we'll  praise. 
And  while  we  have  being  thy  honour  we'll  raise. 

2 
How  great  is  the  Lord  !  no  tongue  can  make  known 
The  infinite  God,  eternal  his  throne  ; 
And  great  be  his  praises,  by  all  be  they  giv'n, 
By  men  and  by  angels,  on  earth  and  in  heav'n. 

3 
The  works  of  his  hand  declare  his  vast  might  ; 
His  terrible  acts  are  holy  and  right  ; 
His  truth  and  his  justice  are  seen  in  his  ways, 
And  his  mighty  wonders  demand  highest  praise. 

4 
His  goodness  and  truth,  how  rich  do  they  prove  ! 
No  anger  he  bears,  his  nature  is  love  ; 
To  all  he  is  tender,  and  good  doth  impart  : 
To  him  will  we  render  the  praise  of  the  heart. 

HYMN  307.      S.  M. 

ALL  angels  bless'd  above, 
And  happy  spirits  there, 
Sing  of  Jehovah's  boundless  love. 
His  mercy  they  declare. 


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2 

The  kingdom  he  hath  rais'd, 

The  holy  angels  sing  ! 
The  glory,  pow'r,  and  love  are  prais'd, 

Of  their  Almighty   King. 
3 

To  men  are  now  made  known 

The  glories  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  men  shall  bow  before  the  throne, 

And  Jtsus  be  ador'd. 
4 

His  kingdom  now  must  stand 

Eternal  ages  sure  ; 
It  is  the  work  of  Jesus'  hand, 

And  ever  shall  endure. 
5 

Praise  ye  the  holy  Lord, 

Who  in  his  church  are  found  ; 
The  honours  of  your  God  record, 

While  angels  aid  the  sound. 

HYMN    308.         C.  M 

OUR  Jesus  is  divinely  kind, 

The  lost  he  will  restore  ; 
He  raises  up  the  humble  mind, 
He  elevates  the  poor. 
2 
To  heav'nly  truth  and  good  he  leads 

The  wretched  starving  race, 
The  hungry  mind  he  richly  feeds, 
For  free  is  Jesus'  grace. 
4 
The  poor  and  dying  sinners  live, 

By  Jesus'  mercy  bless'd  ; 
\nd  ev'ry  good  his  hand  will  give. 
Till  rais'd  to  endless  rest. 


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The  Lord's  a  God  of  love  divine, 

And  blessed  be  his  name  ; 
His  goodness,  truth,  and  love  are  mine. 

And  I'll  exalt  his  fame. 

HYMN  309.     L.  M. 

J.  HE  lofty  pillars  of  the  sky> 
And  spacious  concave  rais'd  on  high, 
Spangled  with  stars,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2 
Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Pours  knowledge  on  his  golden  ray  ; 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

ei 
O 

Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale  ; 
And  nightly,  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  j 

4 
While  all  the  stars,  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5 
What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
W7hat  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 


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HYMN  310.     C.  M. 

X  IS  good  to  praise  Jehovah's  name. 
And  of  his  mercy  sing  ; 
To  speak  of  his  eternal  fame, 
And  celebrate  our  King. 

2 
Sweet  is  the  work  to  sing  and  tell 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  we  by  love  are  rais'd  from  hell, 

And  by  the  truth  restor'd. 

3 
'Tis  pleasant  to  exalt  our  God, 

Who  gathers  outcasts  in, 
And  sends  his  love  and  truth  abroad 

To  heal  the  plague  of  sin. 
4 
The  broken  heart  of  deepest  wound 

The  Lord  in  mercy  heals  ; 
Makes  dying  sinners  strong  and  sound? 

And  for  the  wretched  feels. 
5 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  his  love  declare, 

My  voice  shall  gladly  join  ; 
He  saves  our  souls,  we  are  his  care. 

His  mercy  is  divine. 

HYMN  311.      CM. 

C/OME  serve  the  Lord  with  love  and  joy, 

And  in  his  presence  sing  ; 
Cheerful  your  hearts  and  tongues  employ, 

The  Lord  alone  is  King. 

2 
He  forms  his  church  by  pow'r  divine3 
The  work  is  all  his  own  ; 


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Let  us  in  holy  praises  join 

To  God  the  Lord  alone. 
3 
The  holy  gates  we  enter  in, 

And  in  his  kingdom  stand  ; 
Releas'd  from  foes,  and  sav'd  from  sin. 

By  his  almighty  hand. 
4 
Ye  sons  of  Zion,  rise  and  sing, 

Who  in  his  pastures  feed  ; 
Give  praises  to  your  sov'reign  King, 

For  he  is  God  indeed. 
5 
We  are  his  people,  and  his  sheep, 

Our  Shepherd  is  the  Lord  ; 
He  will  our  souls  in  safety  keep, 

And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

HYMN  312.      S.M, 

J.  HE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is> 

And  ev'ry  good  will  grant  ; 
The  heav'ns  and  all  therein  are  his, 

And  I  shall  never  want. 
2 

In  pastures  green  and  fair, 

He  makes  my  spirit  rest  ; 
Preserves  me  safe  from  ev'ry  snare, 

And  I'm  divinely  bless'ct 

o 
O 

With  ev'ry  truth  and  good 
He  doth  my  spirit  fill  ; 
I  eat  the  soul-supporting  food, 
And  drink  the  limpid  rill. 

4 
These  living  waters  flow 
Where'er  my  Shepherd  leads  j 


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The  fruitful  pastures  richly  grow, 
And  there  my  soul  he  feeds. 

5 
I'll  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  tell  how  kind  and  good  ; 

My  Shepherd's  tender  care  proclaim, 
And  praise  my  loving  God. 

HYMN  313.     L.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  thou  church  divine, 
In  all  your  heav'nly  beauty  shine  ; 
Your  brightest  robes  of  glory  wear, 
And  for  your  God  and  King  prepare. 

2 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates. 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way, 
The  King  of  Zion  comes  to-day. 

3 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  I  tell  1" 
The  mighty  Lord,  who  conquer'd  hell 
Strong  is  his  arm,  divine  his  might, 
'Tis  he  who  put  your  foes  to  flight. 

4 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  say, 
That  comes  in  grandeur  on  the  way  V 

5 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  mighty  God, 
Who  rules  his  foes  with  iron  rod, 
'Tis  he  who  your  salvation  brings, 
Jesus  the  Lord,  the  King  of  kings. 


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HYMN  314.     L.  M. 


JljLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  love, 
Who  rules  o'er  all  in  heav'n  above  ; 
His  great  and  holy  name  adore, 
In  songs  of  joy  for  ever  more. 

2 
'Tis  he  redeems  us  from  the  grave, 
For  none  but  God  hath  pow'r  to  save  ; 
Sins  he  removes,  and  sets  us  free 
From  wounds,  and  death,  and  misery. 

3 
The  loving-kindness  of  the  Lord, 
Our  tongues  with  rapture  shall  record  j 
Our  lives  redeem'd  by  pow'r  divine, 
Those  lives  be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4 
Jesus  distributes  ev'ry  good, 
And  fills  our  mouths  with  heav'nly  food  ; 
Our  strength  renew'd,  with  eagle's  wing, 
We  mount  to  heav'n,  and  praise  our  Kin  g. 

HYMN  315.     S.  M. 

VtHILE  in  this  wilderness 

Our  God  a  table  spreads, 
Jesus  our  Shepherd  deigns  to  bless, 

And  richly  are  we  fed. 
2 

Our  enemies  behold 

What  Jesus  doth  prepare  ; 
With  envy  they  would  rob  the  fold,. 

But  lo  !  the  Lord  is  there. 
3 

The  oil  of  love  divine 

Internally  is  giv'n  ; 


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How  great  the  bliss  !  come  let  us  join 
To  praise  the  God  of  heav'n. 

4 
Goodness  and  mercy  flow 
Through  all  our  liappy  days  ; 
Vnd  as  to  better  worlds  we  go 
Our  souls  shall  sing  his  praise. 


HYMN  316.      L.  M. 

t^OME  in,  thou  blessed,  honour'd  Lord, 
By  earth,  by  heav'n,  by  all  ador'd  ; 
We  hail  thee  welcome  ;  take  thy  throne. 
And  in  thy  Zion  reign  alone. 

2 
Our  only  Lord  and  God  thou  art, 
Reign  thou  the  sov'reign  of  the  heart  ! 
Thou  King  of  glory,  ever  bless'd, 
By  angels  and  by  men  confess'd. 

3 
Enter  thy  church,  thou  Lord  divine, 
And  be  the  kingdom  ever  thine  ! 
We  shout  thee  welcome  to  thy  seat, 
And  lay  our  honours  at  thy  feet. 

4 
O  happy  church,  thy  bliss  how  great  ! 
Thy  King,  in  all  his  heav'nly  state, 
With  thee  for  ever  will  reside, 
Thy  Husband  he,  and  thou  the  bride. 

5 
Jesus,  our  grateful  Hearts  rejoice, 
Since  thou  hast  made  our  souls  thy  choice 
While  here,  our  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
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HYMN  317.     CM. 


O  PRAISE  the  Lord,  ye  nations,  praise, 

Ye  people  speak  his  fame  ; 
All  ye,  in  truth  and  goodness  found, 

Exalt  Jehovah's  name. 
2 
His  kindness  is  for  ever  free, 

His  mercies  ever  great  ; 
To  all  of  ev'ry  name  and  land, 

Though  mean  and  low  their  state. 
3 
His  truth  for  ever  shall  endure, 

Adore  him  for  his  word  ; 
His  laws  and  promises  are  sure, 

Praise  ye  the  loving  Lord. 
4 
My  soul  exults  in  Jesus'  name, 

I  love  to  hear  his  voice  ; 
He  is  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

In  him  I  will  rejoice. 

HYMN  318.     CM. 

SALVATION  is  from  God  alone, 

Ye  saints,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Come  bring  your  offerings  to  his  throne, 

And  in  your  God  rejoice. 
2 
High  wave  the  banner  in  the  air, 

Invite  the  nations  home  ; 
Bid  erring  sinners  now  prepare, 

For  Jesus  Christ  is  come. 
3 
Boldly  we'll  own  our  sov'reign  Lord, 

His  second  advent  own  j 


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Declare  the  wonders  of  kis  word, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

4 
Jesus  is  come,  behold  him  reign  ! 

Unmov'd  by  fear  or  shame, 
Announce  we  Jesus  come  again, 

\nd  glory  in  his  name. 
5 
Jerusalem,  lift  up  thy  voice, 

In  songs  of  honour  sing  ; 
In  thine  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King. 


HYxVIN  319.       CM. 

X  HROUGII  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ, 
2 
Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distress'd 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 
3 
(),  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  Name  I 
When,  in  distress,  to  him  I  call'd, 

He  to  my  rescue  came. 
4 
Their  drooping  hearts  were  soon  refresh'd, 

Who  look'd  to  God  for  aid  ; 
Desir'd  success,  in  ev'ry  face, 

A  cheerful  air  display 'd. 


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HYMN  320.      P.  M, 


tl  ESUS*  mercy  let  us  sing, 

He  is  our  eternal  King  ; 

With  our  tongues  will  we  make  known, 

Mercy  is  from  him  alone. 

o 

Truth  and  faithfulness  are  giv'n 
From  the  Lord,  the  God  of  heav'n  ; 
Mercy  ever  shall  endure, 
Jesus'  truth  and  love  are  sure. 

3 
Now  the  human  is  Divine, 
See  what  nameless  glories  shine 
From  the  body  of  our  Lord, 
Be  his  holy  name  ador'd. 

4 
Who  with  Jesus  can  compare  ? 
Not  the  highest  angel  dare  ; 
Who  is  like  the  Lord  most  high  I 
None  on  earth,  or  in  the  sky. 

5 
God  is  greatly  to  be  fear'd, 
Be  his  holy  name  rever'd  ; 
Earth  and  heav'n  your  voices  raise. 
Men  and  angels  sing  his  praise. 

HYMN  321.     CM. 

1  HOU  art  the  mighty  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  most  high  ; 

Israel  is  safe  beneath  thy  wings, 
Thy  servants  shall  not  die. 
2 

Through  thee  we  shall  the  vict'ry  gain, 
Though  hosts  of  hell  oppose  ; 


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Thou  art  our  God,  and  thou  wilt  reign, 

In  spite  of  all  thy  foes. 
3 
We  trust  not  in  our  bow  or  sword, 

For  weakness  is  our  pow'r  ; 
In  thee  we  trust,  Almighty  Lord, 

Through  ev'ry  dangerous  hour. 
4 
Thou  hast  already  set  us  free, 

And  put  our  foes  to  shame  ; 
Beneath  thy  banner  still  we'll  be, 

Our  refuge  is  thy  name. 
5 
In  thee  we  boast,  thou  God  of  love. 

Thy  holy  name  adore  ; 
\nd  as  we  rise  to  heav'n  above, 

We'll  love  and  praise  thee  more. 

HYMN  322.      P.  M. 

txOD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 

A  present  help  when  dangers  press, 

In  him  undaunted  we'll  confide  ; 
Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  toss'cl 
And  mountains  in  the  ocean  lost, 

Torn  piece-meal  by  the  roaring  tide. 
2 
A  gentle  stream  with  gladness  still 
The  city  of  our  Lord  shall  fill, 

The  royal  seat  of  God  most  high  . 
God  dwells  in  Zion,  whose  fair  tow'rs 
Shall  mock  th'  assaults  of  earthly  pow'r*. 

While  his  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
3 
He  that  has  God  his  guardian  made. 
Shall  under  his  almighty  shade 

Secure  and  undisturb'd  abide  : 
Y2 


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Thus  to  my  soul  of  him  I'll  say, 
u  He  is  my  fortress,  and  my  stay, 

My  God  in  whom  I  will  confide. 
4 
His  tender  love,  and  watchful  care, 
Shall  free  me  from  the  fowler's  snare, 

And  from  all  noisome  pestilence  ; 
He  over  thee  his  wings  shall  spread, 
And  cover  thine  unguarded  head  ; 

His  truth  shall  be  thy  strong  defence.'* 

HYMN  323.      P.  M. 

W  HY  should  we  complain  whatever  our  state. 
If  little  and  poor  while  others  are  great  ? 
There's  nothing  can  happen  whichJesus  don't  know, 
For  he  alone  orders  our  states  while  below. 

2 
If  trouble  should  come,  and  sorrow  take  place, 
We'll  view  them  aright  as  tokens  of  grace  ; 
At  best  we  are  sinners,  and  crosses  are  giv'n 
To  teach  us  our  evils,  and  point  us  to  heav'n. 

3 
What  !  shall  we  repine  when  troubles  are  nigh  ? 
Sink  down  in  despair,  or  labour  to  fly 
From  chastisements  sent  us  in  mercy  for  good, 
A.nd  think  'tis  unkindness  in  Jesus  our  God  ? 

4 
No,  Lord  of  our  souls,  we'll  fret  not,  nor  flee, 
But  gladly  resign  our  spirit  to  thee  ; 
We'll  own  with  submission  how  kind  are  thy  ways, 
And  teaus  of  contrition  shall  mingle  with  praise. 

5 
Enough  that  we  know  our  souls  are  thy  care, 
Each  conflict  and  cross  we'll  thankfully  bear  : 
Thy  dealings  are  mercy,  and  right  are  thy  ways, 
\nd  while  we  have  being  we'll  sing  to  thy  praise 


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HYMN  324.      C.  M. 

jl  E  children  of  the  living  God, 

To  serve  his  name  prepare  ; 
Come  ye  with  songs  to  his  abode, 

And  bow  with  rev'rence  there. 
2 
The  firmament  to  him  belongs, 

The  inmost  of  the  mind  ; 
Exalt  the  Lord  in  ali  your  songs, 

For  he  is  good  and  kind. 
3 
Praise  him  for  all  his  pow'r  and  might. 

How  excellent  his  ways  ! 
His  ev'ry  work  is  just  and  right, 

We  give  Jehovah  praise. 
4 
With  trumpet,  psalt'ry,  timbrel,  praise? 

With  cymbal's  lofty  sound  ; 
All  your  affections  joyful  raise, 

In  truth  and  goodness  found. 
5 
By  all  within  us  that  has  life 

Be  Jesus'  praise  express'd  ; 
And  this  alone  our  daily  strife, 

To  love  and  praise  him  best. 

HYMN  325.     CM. 

▼  *  E're  helpless,  feeble,  mean,  and  pool 
Mere  weakness  when  we're  try'd  ; 
The  Lord  is  ours,  we  want  no  more, 
He  is  our  Strength  and  Guide. 
2 
Dragons  and  serpents  will  assail, 
They'll  try  both  art  and  pow'r  ; 


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But  Jesus  will  for  us  prevail 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour. 
3 
Sometimes  may  darkness  too  pervade* 

And  gloomy  be  the  night  ; 
Jesus  will  guide  us  through  the  shade, 

And  bring  us  forth  to  light. 
4 
Whate'er  befal  us  on  the  road, 

We  need  not  yield  to  fear  ; 
The  Lord  Jehovah  is  our  God, 

And  always  will  be  near. 
5 
Jerusalem,  lift  up  thy  voice, 

In  songs  of  glory  sing  ; 
In  thine  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King. 


HYMN  326.    P.  M. 

J  ESUS  Christ  is  ris'n  to-day,    Hallelujah, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day,     Hal. 
Who  so  lately  on  the  cross     Hal. 
Suffer'd  to  redeem  our  loss.     Hal. 

2 
Hymns  of  praises  let  us  sing    Hal. 
Unto  Christ  our  heav'nly  King,     Hal. 
Who  endur'd  the  cross  and  grave,     HaL 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save.     Hal. 

3 
But  the  pains  which  he  endur'd     Hal. 
Our  salvation  has  procur'd  :    Hal. 
Now  he  reigns  above  the  sky,    Hal. 
Where  the  angels  ever  cry,     Hallelujah, 


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HYMN  327.      C.  M. 

AND  can  we  ask  a  better  aid 

Than  Jesus,  in  the  load  ? 
Of  whom  shall  we  be  once  afraid, 

Protected  by  our  God  ? 
2 
Jesus,  thou  art  our  skilful  Guide, 

In  all  our  way  to  haav*n  ; 
By  thee  are  all  our  wants  supplied, 

And  ev'ry  mercy  giv'n. 
3 
Encourag'd  by  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

We  run  with  holy  zeal, 
With  ardent  feet  pursue  our  race, 

Delighting  in  thy  will. 
4 
The  living  waters  constant  flow, 

Our  thirst  to  satisfy  : 
Thou  givest,  all  the  way  we  go. 

Of  bread  a  rich  supply. 
5 
O  happy  church  !  lift  up  your  voice, 

In  songs  of  honour  sing  : 
In  your  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King. 

HYMN  328.      C.  M. 

^OON  will  appear  a  brighter  sky, 

As  homeward  we  go  on  ; 
All  fears  and  foes  before  us  fly, 

And  troubles  all  be  gone. 
2 
The  prospect  opens,  grand  and  new. 

See  Salem's  walls  arise  : 


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Soon  shall  we  brighter  glories  view 

In  yonder  happy  skies. 
3 
And  shall  we  meet  in  heav'n  above. 

Before  Jehovah's  face  ? 
For  ever  bask  in  beams  of  love, 

With  all  the  angel  race  ? 
4 
It  shall  be  so  ;  let  us  pursue 

With  faithfulness  our  way  ; 
For  nothing  more  have  we  to  do, 

But  love,  believe,  obey. 
5 
O  happy  church  !  lift  up  your  voice, 

In  songs  of  honour  sing  ; 
Jn  your  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King. 

HYMN  329,     C.  M. 

A  IS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand,. 
God  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 
2 
The  morning  light,  and  ev'ning  shade, 

Successive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 
3 
Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours,- 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  show'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 
4 
Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky> 
Borne  by  the  winds  around. 


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With  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5 
The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 

Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


HYMN  330.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  our  God  of  truth  and  love. 

Who  leads  us  by  his  hand, 
Provides  us  palaces  above, 

In  his  most  happy  land. 
2 
There  love  divine,  that  holy  flame, 

Will  all  our  powers  raise, 
To  celebrate  Jehovah's  name 

In  higher  songs  of  praise. 

3 
There  science  will  to  wisdom  rise, 

That  wisdom  be  refin'd  ; 
All  heav'n  conspire  to  make  us  wise. 

And  elevate  the  mind. 

4 
There  love  and  wisdom  fill  the  soul 

From  Jesus  ever  giv'n  ; 
Rivers  of  peace  and  pleasure  roll. 

And  all  the  man  is  heav'n. 

5 
Ye  happy  souls,  lift  up  the  voice, 

In  songs  of  glory  sing  ; 
In  your  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King. 


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HYMN  331.     S.  M, 


Behold  !  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  Maker,  God, 
And  all  his  starry  works  on  high 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 
2 

The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night? 

Divinely  teach  his  name." 

In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  : 

They  shew  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4 
Ye  christian  lands,  rejoice, 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice, 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 


HYMN  332.      S.  M. 

BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2 

But  where  the  gospel  comes, 
It  spreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs? 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3 
How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  just  ; 


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Lor  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 

And  men  securely  trust. 
4 

My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 
O,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

HYMN  333.     L.  M. 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh, 
To  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

o 

Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n 

By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 

Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3 
Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4 
His  righteousness  is  gone  before 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God  : 
Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 


HYMN  334.      C.  M. 

i>l  Y  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 

'Tig  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

Z 


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2 
There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  pow'r  displays  ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 

With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 
3 
With  his  rich  gifts,  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 

And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 
4 
There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 

And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

HYMN  335.      C.  M . 

JL<0,  what  an  entertaining  view 

Are  brethren  that  agree  ! 
Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  pursue 

The  path  to  unity  ! 
2 
When  streams  of  love  from  Christ  the  Spring, 

Descend  to  ev'ry  soul, 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing. 

Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 
3 
'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 

And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
4 
'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 

And  makes  his  grace  distil. 


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HYMN  336.      P.  M. 

X  HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns  ;  he  reigns  on  high, 
His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty  ; 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'stablish'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
2 
God  is  th'  eternal  King  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the  skies, 
Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling  ocean, 
3 
Ye  tempests  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods  be  still  ; 
And  the  mad  world  obedient  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  must  ever  stand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before  him. 
Bow  at  his  foot-stool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

HYMN  337.      S.  M. 

O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul  ! 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name. 

Whose  favours  are  divine. 
2 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  i 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 
3 

'Tis  he  forgives  my  sins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 


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'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 

And  makes  thee  young  again. 
4 

He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell 

Hath  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save. 
5 

He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  suff'rers  rest  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 

And  justice  for  th'  oppress'd. 
6 

His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son. 

HYMN  338.      S.  M. 

£?EE  what  a  living  Stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  I 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 
2 

The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 

As  the  chief  Corner-Stone. 
3 

The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  ! 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 

This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 
4 

This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 


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Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad  ! 

5 

Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Bless  him,  ye  saints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6 
We  bless  thine  holy  word, 
Which  all  this  grace  displays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

HYMN    339.         C.  M, 

HOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 

Of  David's  ancient  line  ; 
His  natures  two,  his  person  one. 

Mysterious  and  divine. 
2 
The  root  of  David,  here  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  same  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 

In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3 
Bless'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hosannas,  of  the  highest  strain, 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 
4 
Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Th'  hosanna  on  their  tongues, 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  raise,  and  break 
Their  silence  into  songs. 
Z  2 


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HYMN  340.     C.  M. 


h\VEET  is  the  merri'ry  of  thy  grace? 

My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 
2 
God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  ev'ry  want  supplies. 
3 
With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  iib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 
4 
How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 
5 
Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

HYxMN  341.     CM. 

"  1  HESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  I 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?" 
o 

From  tort'ring  pains  to  endless  joys, 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 


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And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 

In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 
3 
Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

Ana  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 

Adore  the  Holy  One. 
4 
The  unvcil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 

Sees  all  their  wants  supply'd. 
5 
Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 

Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 
6 
The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise, 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN  342.      S.  M. 

iTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2 
How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
••  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ! 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here."    - 

3 
How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 


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Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought  but  never  found  ! 

4 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light  ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  sight. 

5 
The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  desarts  learn  the  joy. 

6 
The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  343.      L.  M. 

J.  HE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds 
Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt  and  seas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies,  to  my  relief. 

2 
Now  through  the  veil  of  flesh  I  see 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  glass 
He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3 
Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 
Rise,  saith  my  Lord,  make  haste  awayr 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 

4 
The  Jewish  wint'ry  state  is  gone, 
The  mists  are  fled,  the  spring  comes  on. 


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The  sacred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5 
TV  immortal  Vine  of  heav'nly  root 
Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit  ; 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine  ; 
Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  Vine. 

6 
And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
u  Rise  up,  my  love,  make  haste  away  !" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 


HYMN  344.     L.  M. 

-HLOW  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead 
The  daisies  and  cowslips  are  seen  ! 
The  flocks,  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green  ! 

2 
The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers, 
The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, 
Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  sweet  flowers, 
All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 

3 
Shall  man,  the  great  master  of  all, 
The  only  insensible  prove  ? 
Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call,  *0. 

Forbid  it,  devotion  and  love. 

4 
The  Lord,  who  such  wonders  can  raise, 
And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod, 
My  lips  shall  incessantly  praise, 
My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God, 


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HYMN  345.     C.  M. 

jjxY  God,  mine  everlasting  hope, 

I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 

And  strengthen^  all  my  youth. 
2 
New  wonders,  Lord,  mine  eyes  have  seen 

With  each  revolving  year  ; 
Thou  know'st  the  days  that  yet  remain, 

I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 
3 
Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 

If  God  my  strength  depart  ? 
4 
Down  to  the  silent  vale  of  death 

Will  be  my  next  remove  ; 
O,  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 

Declare  thy  wond'rous  love  ; 
5 
Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age  ; 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name 

When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 
6 
By  long  experience  I  have  known 

Thy  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 
7 
When  I  am  bury'd  in  the  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care  ; 
These  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 

To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 


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HYMN  346.     L.  M. 

txO,  worship  at  Immamiel's  feet, 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2 
The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  some  faint  shadows  cf  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own. 

3 
Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  souls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine. 

4 
Is  he  a  Tree  ?  the  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  ; 
That  righteous  Branch,  that  fruitful  Bough; 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too. 

5 
Is  he  a  Rose  ?  not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  Lilly  he  assume, 
The  vallies  bless  the  rich  perfume. 

6 
Is  he  a  Vine  ?  His  heav'nly  Root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  : 
An  everlasting  union  join 
Each  soul  to  Christ  the  living  Vine  ; 

7 
Is  he  the  Head  ?  Each  member  lives 
Upon  the  vital  power  he  gives  ; 
The  saints  below,  and  saints  above. 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love. 


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8 
Is  he  a  Star  ?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light ; 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star. 

9 
Is  he  a  Fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  dross  ; 
But  the  true  gold  sustains  no  loss  : 
lake  a  refiner  shall  he  sit, 
And  tread  the  refuse  with  his  feet. 

10 
Is  he  a  Rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 
Yet,  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  desart  through. 

11 
Is  he  a  Way  ?  He  leads  to  God, 
The  Path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ! 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal. 
Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill. 

12 
Is  he  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  pastures,  large  and  green  ; 
A  paradise  divinely  fair, 
And  all  the  sheep  have  freedom  there. 

13 
Is  he  a  Sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
To  chase  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears. 

14 
Is  he  a  Temple  ?  I  adore 
Th'  indwelling  Majesty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  still  to  his  most  holy  place 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I  turn  my  face. 


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HYMN  347.      P.  M. 

1  HOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  ! 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name,, 

Not  half  so  sweet  can  be  ! 
O  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ! 
And  in  our  Priest  will  we  rejoice. 

Thou  great  Melchisedec. 
2 
Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme 

"While  in  this  world  we  stay  ; 
We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay  : 
When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  his  favour'd  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet  and  loud. 

And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


HYMN  348.      L.  M. 

J  GIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Or  set  Immanuers  glory  forth. 

2 
But  O,  what  condescending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heuv'nly  grace  ; 
Mine  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  to  me. 

3 
Great  Prophet  !  let  me  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 
Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  subdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n, 
Aa 


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I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  soul  amongst  his  sheep  5 
He  feeds  his  flocks,  he  calls  their  names, 
And  in  his  bosom  bears  the  lambs. 

\ 
Jesus,  my  great  Higtv  Priest,  has  dy'd, 
I  seek  no  sacrifice  beside  ; 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

6 
My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King. 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword  I  sing  ; 
Thine  is  the  vict*  ry,  and  I  sit 
A  joyful,  subject  at  thy  feet. 

HYMN  349.     L.  M: 

CxRE AT  God  of  heav'n  !  it  cannot  be 
That  good  and  evil  flow  from  thee  ; 
Thou  art  eternally  the  same, 
And  love  and  mercy  are  thy  name. 

2 
Thy  ways  are  truth,  thy  laws  are  right, 
Justice  and  mercy  thy  delight  ;  _ 
To  all,  thy  tender  mercies  flow, 
In  heav'n  above,  and  earth  below. 

3 
Thou  didst  in  love  our  race  create, 
Holy  and  happy  was  their  state  ; 
And  when  by  sin  thy  creatures  fell, 
Thou  didst  redeem  their  souls  from  hell 

4 
To  all,  thy  grace  is  freely  giv'n, 
And  thou  wilt  lead  them  all  to  heav'n  ; 
Thy  nature's  love,  thy  dealings  kind) 
Nor  one  for  hell  was  e'er  design'di 


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Cod,  how  kind  are  all  thy  Ways  ! 
How  free  thy  love,  how  rich  thy  grace  1 
All  needful  aid  to  us  is  giv'n, 

\nd  thou  wilt  raise  our  souls  to  hcav'n  1 


HYMN  350.     C.  M. 

-N  OW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 

And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
\1  mighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 

And  pleasures  tune  my  tongue, 
o 

God  on  his  thirsty  Zion's  hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 

To  show'r  salvation  down. 
3 
Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicion  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 
4 
Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts. 

Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 
5 
Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  should  nature  change, 

And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 

Of  everlasting  love. 
6 
Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walls, 

And  build  her  broken  frame. 


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HYMN  351.       L.  M. 

NATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  shall  sing 
God  the  Creator,  and  the  King  : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies  nor  seas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2 
Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  seraphs,  who  sit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  spread  the  sound 
To  the  creation's  utmost  bound. 

3 
All  mortal  things,  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilst,  with  our  souls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  sing  his  honours,  and  our  joys. 

4 
To  him  be  sacred  all  we  haVe, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  shall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word — a  miracle. 

5 
This  western  world,  our  native  land, 
Lies  safe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vict'ry  dream  in  vain. 
And  shake  the  captivating  chain. 

6 
He  builds  for  liberty  a  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious  like  his  own  ; 
Makes  our  successive  rulers  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind, 

7 
Raise  monumental  praises  high 
To  him,  that  thunders  through  the  sky.  - 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  aspiring  tyrant  down. 


29; 


8 
Pillars  of  lasting  brass  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th1  Eternal  name  y 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war. 

9 
Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftiest  thoughts,  and  loudest  songs  ; 
Let  there  be  sung  with  warmest  joy 
llosanna  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

10 
Vet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ! 
The  strongest  notes  that  angels  raise, 
Faint  in  the  worship  and  the  praise. 

HYMN  352.      S.  M. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
2 

The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
3 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
Eut  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
4 

The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  manages  the  seas; 
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5 

This  gracious  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love, 
He  shall  send  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 
6 

There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 
7 

Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  blis> 

Should  constant  joys  create. 
8' 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 
9 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
10 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'rv  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  ImmanuePs  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HY?IN  353.     CM. 

C()ME,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  sold  hearts  of  ours. 


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2 

Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
3 
In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 
4 
Dear  Lord  I  and  shall  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
5 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


HYMN  354.      C.  M. 

1  HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite    day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
2 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flow'rs  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 
3 
Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 


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4 
But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 

Through  fear  to  launch  away. 
5 
Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise — 
And  see  the  Canaan,  which  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 
6 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er  ; 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HYMN  355.     C.  M. 

JHLOSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 

The  Prince  of  darkness  flies, 
His  troops  rush  headlong  down  to  hell 

Like  lightning  from  the  skies. 
2 
There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  rescu'd  sheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 

And  malice  to  the  deep. 
3 
Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 

To  crown  our  Head  above. 
4 
Thy  vict'ries  and  thy  deathless  fame 

Through  the  wide  world  shall  run  ; 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 

T^jie  triumphs  thou  hast,  won. 


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HYMN  356.     S.  M. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
2 

The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 

And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
3 

One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Js  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 

Of  pleasurable  sin. 
4 

My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 


HYMN  357.      C.  M. 

J.  I IE  promise  was  divinely  free  i 

Extensive  was  the  grace  ; 
"  I  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 

And  of  his  num'rous  race." 
2 
lie  said,  and  with  a  bloody  sea! 

Conrirm'd  the  words  he  spoke  ; 
Long  did  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  feel 

The  sharp  and  painful  yoke  ; 
3 
Till  God's  own  Son,  descending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flesh  to  bleed  ; 


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And  Gentiles  taste  the  blessings  now, 

From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 
4 
The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praise, 

His  promises  endure  ) 
And  Christ  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 

Makes  the  salvation  sure. 

HYMN  358.      P.  M. 

O  LOVE,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 

My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  thee  ; 
Cover'd  is  my  unrighteousness, 

From  condemnation  I  am  free  ; 
Whilst  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies* 
Mercy  !  free,  boundless  mercy  I  cries. 

2 
With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  that  sea  ; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest  ! 
Hither,  when  hell  assaults,  1  flee  : 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast. 
Away,  sad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

3 
Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

Tho'  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be  gone  ; 
Though  joys  be  wither'd  all,  and  dead, 

Though  ev'ry  comfort  be  withdrawn  : 
Steadfast  on  this  my  soul  relies  ! 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies  ! 

4 
Fix'd  on  this  ground  would  I  remain. 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay  ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  : 
Mercy's  full  pow'r  I#then  shall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlasting  love. 


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HYMN  359.      L.  M. 

Jl  HIS  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
Bui  the  blight  wo?  Id,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 
o 

()  glorious  hour  {  O  bless'd  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

3 
My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  360.     S.  M. 

JlvAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2 
Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3 
His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  beiow. 

4 
'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throrfe. 
And  wrath  stood  Mler^  bv, 


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When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 

To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
5 

Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  > 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  giv'n  peace. 
6 

Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought. 

And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 


HYMN  361.     P.  M. 
Disciples  of  Christ, 

Ye  friends  of  the  lamb  ; 
Attend,  and  assist 

In  singing  his  fame  : 
Eternal  thanksgiving 

The  faithful  should  pay 
The  living,  the  living, 

As  we  do  this  day. 
2 
A  body  of  clay 

He  humbly  put  on, 
And  then  took  away 

The  sin  we  had  done  ; 
And  in  it  endur'd 

The  wrath  to  us  due, 
The  curse  we  incurr'd, 

Our  stripes  and  our  vyoe. 
3 
Not  only  he  dy'd, 

But  also  arose  ; 
Laid  weakness  aside., 

And  trod  on  his  foes, 


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Sin,  death  and  the  devil 

He  triumph'd  o'er 
And  every  evil 

Dominion  and  pov/r. 
4 
O  merciful  Lamb, 

Who  sitt'st  on  the  throne  ! 
We  bow  at  thy  name, 

We  count  thee  alone 
Deserving  our  blessing  ; 

And  blessing  we'll  give, 
Without  ever  ceasing, 

So  long  as  we  live. 


HYMN  362.     P.  M. 

GrREAT  high  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping 

With  our  names  upon  thy  breast  j 
In  the  garden,  groaning,  drooping 

To  the  ground  with  sorrows  press'd. 
2 
Weeping  angels  stood  confounded, 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus  ; 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded, 

When  we  knew  'twas  all  for  us  ? 
3 
On  the  cross  thy  body  broken 

Cancels  ev'ry  penal  tie, 
Tempted  souls  produce  this  token 

All  demands  to  satisfy. 
4 
All  is  finish'd,  do  not  doubt  it, 

But  believe  your  reigning  Lord, 
Never  reason  more  about  it, 

Onlv  take  him  at  his  wor& 


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Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely, 

'Twas  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilt  ; 
Praised  Bridegroom,  take  us  wholly, 

Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt, 
6 
Thou  hast  borne  the  bitter  sentence 

Past  on  our  devoted  race  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance 

Are  thy  gifts,  thou  God  of  grace. 


HYMN  363.     P.  M. 

PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 

Does  the  word  of  God  afford  ? 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor  ; 
Having  this  I  need  no  more. 

2 
Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys'; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys. 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

3 
When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 

Or  when  satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  it  quickly, 

Healing  med'cines  here  1  find  : 
To  the  promises  I  flee, 
E  ach  affords  a  remedy. 

4 
In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  rae  yield  : 


Tor  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield. 
While  the  scripture-truths  endure. 
From  his  pow'r  I  am  secure. 

5 
Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword, 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me. 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word  : 
Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  sharp  the  blade. 

6 
Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser 

Doating  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser  j 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 


HYMN  364.      C.  M. 

OUR  God  !  how  firm  his  promise  stands. 

Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 

His  glory  and  his  grace. 
2 
Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one  ? 
Our  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 

Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 
3 
Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  has  liv'd. 

And  part  of  heav'n  possess'd  ; 
I'll  praise  him  for  his  grace  receiv'd, 

And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 


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HYMN  365.    P.  M. 


JlxAIL,  thou  once-despised  Jesus  ! 

Hail,  thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Who  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Who  didst  free  salvation  bring ! 
Hail,  thou  universal  Saviour  ! 

Who  hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame, 
By  whose  merits  we  find  favour, 

Life  is  giv'n  through  thy  name  I 
2 
Pascal  Lamb  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  were  on  thee  laid  ! 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ev'ry  sin  is  now  forgiv'n, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heav'n, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 
3 
Worship,  honour,  pow'r  and  blessing, 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive — 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays, 
Help  to  sing  Christ  Jesus'  merits, 

Help  to  chaunt  lmmanuel's  praise. 

HYMN  366.     C.  M, 

IjORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ! 

How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast 

Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 


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•>  Here"  (says  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  shews  his  wounded  side) 
"  See  here  the  spring  of  all  your  joys, 

"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd." 
3 
He  smiles,  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  ; 
"  All  this  (he  says)  I  bore  for  thee," 

And  then  he  smiles  again. 
4 
What  stall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King, 

For  grace  so  vast  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 

And  seals  it  with  a  kiss. 
5 
Let  such  amazing  loves  as  these 

Be  sounded  all  abroad, 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 

And  worthy  of  a  God. 
6 
To  him  that  wash'd  us  in  his  blood, 

Be  everlasting  praise, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 

Eternal  as  his  days. 

HYMN  367.     C.  M, 

J  ESUS,  knit  all  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 

And  join  us  all  in  one  : 
In  our  assemblies,  ev'ry  where, 

Be  thou  our  aim  alone. 
2 
Reign  thou,  sole  monarch  of  our  hearts  ; 

And  we,  as  sinners  lie 
Before  the  feet  of  thee,  our  Lord> 

To  all  eternity. 
Bb  2 


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HYMN  368.     P.  M. 

OLD  hoary  winter  now  has  ceaVd  his  raging. 
And  all  his  storms  and  blasts  are  hush'd  in  silence  ; 
And  in  return  the  mild  and  gentle  spring  comes 
Blooming  with  verdure. 
2 
See  how  the  mild  and  vernal  clouds  come  floating 
On  the  soft  aether,  charg'd  with  copious  showers, 
Balmy  and  gentle  they  distil  in  plenty, 
All  hearts  rejoicing. 
3 
See  how  the  vales  and  meadows  stand  arrayed* 
Clothed  in  azure,  and  bedeck'd  with  flowers, 
Cowslips  and  daisies  with  the  purple  violet, 
Blooming  with  fragrance. 
4 
See  all  the  trees  put  on  their  leafy  honours, 
Waving  with  grandeur,  when  the  gentle  zephyrs 
Floating  with  sweetness,fanning  all  their  branches 
With  gentle  breezes. 
5 
Hark !  how  the  groves  resound  with  cheerful  music, 
Hark  !  the  sweet  songsters  on  the  boughs  rejoicing, 
Tuning  their  voices  with  melodious  accents 
In  sweetest  chorus. 
6 
All  nature  smiles  amid  the  gay  creation  ; 
When  sue  i  bright  scenes  of  beauty  now  approaches, 
The  loves  and  graces  in  their  softest  accents 
Breathe  forth  sweet  music. 
7 
If  such  delights  from  the  gay  decorations 
Of  smiling  spring  and  a  few  op'ning  flowers, 
Whose  short-liv'd  glories  soon  are  gone  and  blasted. 
Their  beauty  fading  : 


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8 
Say  then,  ye  ransom'd,  and  sing  forth  the  grandeur 
Of  spring  immortal,  when  the  great  Arch-Angel 
With  his  shrill  trumpet  bursts  the  gloomy  mansion? 

Of  the  redeemed. 
9 
Then  the  vile  body  which  for  many  ages 
Has  slept  in  silence,  turn'd  to  foul  corruption, 
Quick  as  a  thought  awakes  to  life  eternal, 

Sparkling  with  brightness. 
10 
Then  shall  the  mortal  put  on  the  immortal, 
Cloth'd  in  white  robes  they  shall  ascend  to  Jesus, 
Where  he  in  triumph  on  his  throne  of  glory 

Bids  a  sweet  welcome. 
|     H 
Hark  !  how  the  grand  celestial  chorus  echoes 
Through  the  wide  arch, when  all  the  mighty  seraphs 
With  golden  harps  in  accents  so  melodious 

Shout  the  Redeemer. 

HYMN  369.     P.  M. 

JlvEJOICE  evermore,  with  angels  above, 
In  Jesus's  pow'r,  in  Jesus's  love  ; 
With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

2 
Thou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  hast  been  ; 
Hast  sav'd  us  from  grief,  hast  sav'd  us  from  sin  : 
The  pow'r  of  thy  Spirit  can  set  cur  hearts  free  ; 
And  we  shall  inherit  all  fulness  in  thee. 

O 

All  fulness  of  peace,  all  fulness  of  joy, 
And  spiritual  bliss  that  never  can  cloy  ; 
To  us  it  is  giv'n  in  Jesus  to  know, 
A  kingdom  of  heav'n,  a  heaven  below 


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HYMN  370.      P.  M. 

CvOME,  O  thou  universal  good  ! 

Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience,  come  i 
The  hungry,  dying  spirit's  food  ! 

The  weary,  wand'ring  pilgrim's  home  ; 
Haven  to  take  the  shipwreck'd  in, 
My  everlasting  rest  from  sin  ! 

2 
Come,  O  my  comfort  and  delight  ! 

My  strength,  and  health,  and  shield,  and  sun 
My  boast,  my  confidence,  and  might, 

My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown  ; 
My  gospel-hope,  my  calling's  prize, 
My  tree  of  life,  my  paradise. 

i 

HYMN  371.      C.  M. 

J.  HE  Lord  descended  from  above 

And  bow'd  the  heav'ns  most  high  I 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 

The  darkness  of  the  sky. 
2 
On  cherubs  and  on  cherubims, 

Full  royally  he  rode  : 
And  on  the  wings  of  might  winds 

Came  flying  all  abroad. . 
3 
To  God,  our  Benefactor,  bring 

The  tribute  of  your  praise  : 
Too  small  for  an  almighty  King  ; 

But  all  that  we  can  raise. 
4 
Glory  to  thee,  bless'd  Three  in  One  I 

The  God  whom  we  adore  : 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  be  donex 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


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HYMN  372.      C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  calls  !  let  ev'ry  ear 

Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  ! 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fears  ! 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
2 
For  ev'ry  thirsting,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 

To  banish  mortal  woe. 
3 
There  spiings  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain  ; 
Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  ! 

Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 
4 
Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joy, 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 
5 
Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts. 

To  tiiee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  373.     L.  M. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest  ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2 
"  Have  me  excus'd  1"  why  will  you  say  ? 
From  health,  and  life,  and  liberty  ; 


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From  all  that  is  in  Jesus  giv'n, 
From  pardon,  holiness,  and  heav'n. 

3 
Come  then,  ye  souls,  by  sin  oppress'^, 
Ye  weary  wand'rers  after  rest, 
Ye  poor  and  maimed,  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  an  hearty  welcome  find. 

4 
See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes  ! 
Behold  the  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 
His  boundless  love  doth  all  embrace, 
We  freely  now  are  sav'd  by  grace. 

5 
Ye,  who  believe  his  record  true, 
Shall  sup  with  him,  and  he  with  you  ; 
Come  to  the  feast,  you're  sav'd  from  sin, 
And  Jesus  waits  to  take  you  in. 


HYMN  374.     P.  M. 

A  WAY  with  our  fears !  the  glad  morning  appears 

When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born  ; 
From  Jehovah  I  came,  for  his  glory  I  am, 

And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 
2 
Thee,  Jesus  alone,  the  Fountain  I  own 

Of  my  life  and  felicity  here, 
And  cheerfully  sing  my  Redeemer  and  King 

Till  his  sign  in  the  heav'ns  appear. 
3 
O,  the  infinite  cares,  and  temptations  and  snares, 

Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through  I 
O,  the  blessings  bestow'd  by  a  bountiful  God, 

And  the  mercies  eternally  new  ! 
4 
What  a  mercy  is  this  !  what  a  heav'n  of  bliss  .* 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I  ! 


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Gather'd  into  the  fold,  with  thy  people  enroll'd, 

With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die. 
5 
O  the  goodness  of  God,  employing  a  clod 

His  tribute  of  glory  to  raise  ! 
His  standard  to  bear,  and  with  triumph  declare 

His  unspeakable  riches  of  grace. 
6 
All  honour  and  praise  to  the  Fountain  of  grace  ; 

To  the  Spirit  and  Son  I  return  ! 
The  business  pursue,  he  hath  made  me  to  do> 

And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born. 
7 
In  a  rapture  of  joy,  my  life  I'll  employ 

The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim  ; 
'Tis  worth  living  for  this,  to  administer  bliss 

And  salvation  in  Jesus's  name. 
8 
My  remnant  of  days  I'll  spend  in  his  praise 

Who  dy'd  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 
Be  they  many  or  few,  my  days  are  his  due, 

And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him. 

HYMN   375.      L.  M. 

W  HILST  I  celestial  themes  pursue, 
How  God,  my  Saviour,  lov'd  to  death  ; 
These  notes  to  me  are  ever  knew, 
And  will  be  to  my  latest  breath. 

2 
Almighty  Babe  !  in  Bethl'hem  borfy 
The  object  of  my  solemn  praise, 
Treated  by  infidels  with  scorn, 
But  life  and  soul  of  all  my  joys. 

3 
Hail  !  everlasting  Father,  God, 
Debas'd;  and  in  a  servant's  form  ♦ 


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Thou  conquer'dst  by  thy  wounds  and  blood, 
In  likeness  of  a  sinful  worm. 

4 
Dear  Man  of  sorrows,  thee  we  hail  ; 
Forsaken,  friendless,  disesteem'd  ; 
Thy  griefs,  and  blood,  and  tears  prevail, 
And  have  our  soul  from  hell  redeem'd. 


HYMN  376.      P.  M, 

FATHER  of  cur  feeble  race  ! 

Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind  ! 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 

Flows  thy  goodness  unconfin'd. 
Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  walks  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wond'rous  love, 

Claiming  large  returns  again. 
2 
Lord,  what  off'ring  shall  we  bring 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  : 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  express'd  : 
Sympathy,  at  whole  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast  : 
3 
Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wound,  or  feed  the  poor  ? 
Love,  embracing  all  mankind, 

Charity,  with  lib'ral  store. 
^Teach  us,  O  thou  heav'nly  King, 

Thus  to  shew  our  grateful  mind. 
Thus  th*  accepted  off'ring  bring, 

Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind  ! 


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HYMN  377.      P.  M. 

I  OUNG  men  and  maidens  raise 

Your  tuneful  voices  high  ; 
Old  men  and  children  praise 
The  God  that  built  the  sky  : 
Him,  Three,  in  One,  aud  One  in  Three. 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 
2 
The  universal  King 

Let  all  the  world  proclaim  ; 
Let  every  creature  sing 
His  attributes  and  name  : 
Him,  Three  in  One,  Sec 
3 
In  his  great  name  alone, 
All  excellences  meet  ; 
Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  shall  for  ever  sit  : 
Him,  Three  in  One,  &c. 
4 
Glory  to  God  belongs  ; 

Glory  to  God  be  giv'n  ; 
Above  the  noblest  song 

Of  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  : 
Him,  Three  in  one,  8cc. 

HYMN  378.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 

Whom  seraphims  obey, 
The  bosom  of  the  Father  leaves 
And  enters  human  clay. 
2 
Into  our  sinful  world  he  comes 
The  Messenger  of  grace. 
Cc 


314 

And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires 

A  Victim  in  our  place. 
3 
Transgressors,  of  the  deepest  stain. 

In  him  salvation  find  ; 
His  blood  removes  the  foulest  guilt, 

His  spirit  heals  the  mind. 
4 
Our  Jesus  saves  from  sin  and  hell, 

His  words  are  true  and  sure  ; 
And  on  this  Rock  we  all  may  rest 

Immoveably  secure. 
5 
O,  let  these  tidings  be  receiv'd 

With  universal  joy  ! 
And  let  the  highest  songs  of  praise 

Our  tuneful  pow'r  employ. 
6 
Glory  to  God  !  who  gave  his  Son 

To  bear  our  sin  and  pain  ; 
Hence  peace  on  earth,  and  grace  to  man 

In  endless  blessings  reign. 

HYMN  379.     C.  M, 

METHINKS  I  see  an  heav'nly  host 

Of  angels  on  the  wing  ; 
Methinks  I  hear  their  cheerful  notes, 

So  joyfully  they  sing. 
2 
*<  Let  all  your  fears  be  banish'd  hence , 

Glad  tidings  I  proclaim  ; 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born  to-day, 

And  Jesus  is  his  name. 
3 
Lay  down  your  crooks,  and  quit  your  flocks 

To  Bethlehem  repair  ; 


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And  let  your  wandering-  steps  be  squnrd 
By  yonder  shining  star." 

4 
Then  suddenly  a  heav'nly  host 

Around  the  shepherds  throng, 
Exulting  in  the  threefold  God, 

And  thus  address  their  song  : 

5 
«  To  God  the  Father,  Christ  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  ador'd  ; 
The  first  and  last,  the  last  and  first, 

Eternal  praise  afford." 


HYMN  380.      P.  M. 


TRUEST  Lover  of  thy  people, 

Nought  can  turn  thy  heart  from  me  t 
In  thy  death  thy  poor  disciple 

Still  obtains  true  liberty, 
Thy  bless'd  word,  and  kind  behaviour, 

Death  and  torments,  wounds  and  blood 
Still  assure  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

That  thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  ! 

2 
From  thee  I  can  never  wander 

Fatally,  but  shall  abide 
In  that  bleeding  Fountain  yonder, 

Shelter'd  in  thy  pierced  side  : 
There  my  Jesus  freely  gives  me 

All  the  glory  he's  receiv'd  ; 
As  he  dy'd,  so  now  he  lives  me  ; 

This  is  heav'n  when  once  believ'd, 


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HYMN  381.     P.  M. 

AS  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding  their  sheep, 
Promisc'ously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  trembling  few  : 
"  Dispel  all  your  sorrows,  and  banish  your  fears, 
For  Jesus,  your  Saviour,  in  Jewry  appears. 
2 
Though  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was  found* 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground  ; 
Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve 
The  loss  you  sustain'd  by  the  devil  and  Eve. 
Then  shepherds  be  tranquil,  this  instant  arise, 
Go  visit  your  Saviour,  and  see  where  he  lies. 
3 
A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find 
This  heav'nly  Stranger,  this  Friend  to  mankind  : 
A  manger's  his  cradle,  a  stall  his  abode, 
The  oxen  are  near  him  and  gaze  on  your  God. 
Then  shepherds  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie  low, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  so." 
4 
Tliis  wonderous  story  scarce  cool'd  on  the  ear 
When  thousands  of  angels  in  glory  appear  ; 
They  join  in  concert,  and  this  was  the  theme, 
"  All  glory  to  God  and  good-will  towards  men." 
Then  shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voicetothe  choir 
:\nd  catch  a  few  sparks  of  celestial  fire. 
5 
Hosanna  !  the  angels  in  ecstacy  cry  ; 
Hosanna  !  the  wondering  shepherds  reply  ; 
u  Salvation,  redemption,  are  center'd  in  one  ! 
All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son  ; 
Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to  God.. 
Go  visit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode." 


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6 
To  Bethlehem  city  the  shepherds  repair'd, 
For  full  confirmation  of  What  they  hud  heard  ; 
They  enter'd  the  stable  with  aspect  so  mild, 
And  there  they  beheld  both  the  mother  and  child 
Then  make  proclamation,  divulge  it  abroad, 
That  gentle  and  simple  may  hear  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  382.      P.  M. 

J  ESUS,  thy  name  we  praise  ! 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  : 

Hail  !  holy  Lamb  ! 
Thou  hast  redeemed  us, 
Greatly  esteemed  us, 
Witness  thy  sacrifice,  torment  and  shame  1 
2 
When  we  were  lost  in  sin, 
Unholy  and  unclean, 
Unmeet  for  God  ! 
Wond'rous  redemption  ! 
Glorious  exemption 
Now  and  for  ever  irom  hell  by  thy  blood  I 
8 
Thou  wast  made  man,  with  all 
His  mis'ries  by  the  fall  ; 

Faithful  to  God  ; 
Greatly  enduring 
All  the  out-pouring 
Of  infinite  punishment,  suffering  to  blood. 
4 
Humbling  thyself  to  death, 
Tqqu  didst  resign  thy  breath, 

Tortur'd  with  pain  : 
God  hath  declared 
Man  once  ensnared 
Surely  should  die  the  death  ;  this  was  sin's  gain 
Cc2 


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5 
Here  was  our  sin  destroy'd, 
Our  enemies  annoy'd  ; 

When  Jesus  dy'd, 
Sighing  and  groaning, 
Bleeding,  atoning. 
Sin  was  condemned  and  slain  in  his  side.. 

PAUSE. 

6 
When  the  third  morn  was  come. 
Then  Jesus  left  the  tomb ; 

Ceas'd  all  thy  woes  ; 
Bravely  victorious, 
Heav'nly  glorious, 
Openlv  triumphing  over  thy  foes. 
7 
Lo  !  hence  our  joys  begin, 
We  see  thee  without  sin, 

Holy  and  bright  ; 
Justification, 
Perfect  salvation, 
Thy  resurrection  for  man  brought  to  light. 
8 
'Twas  then  the  Father  spake, 
His  awful  silence  brake, 

"  Thou  art  my  Son, 
Holy  for  ever, 
Worthy  my  favour, 
Only  begotten,  come  sit  on  my  throne.*' 
9 
Hail  !  Son  of  Mary,  hail  ! 
Our  songs  shall  never  fail 

Whilst  grace  doth  shine  j 
Deep  adoration 
Thy  congregation 
Kver  shall  pay  thee,  thou  Saviour  divine  ! 


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HYMN  383.     P.M. 


COMFORT  ye  my,  comfort  ye  my 

People,  saith  your  God  ; 
Comfortably  speak  ye  to  her  ; 

Shout  and  cry  aloud  ! 
Tell  her  that  her  warfare's  o'er, 
Tell  her  that  her  vict'ry's  sure  ; 
Sin,  nor  wrath,  nor  second  death, 
Shall  ne'er  o'ertake  her  more. 

2 
Sin  is  pardon'd,  See. 

God  the  Word  did  give  ; 
The  most  harden 'd,  &c. 

Now  shall  hear  and  live  : 
She  receiv'd,  to  make  her  clean, 
From  his  hand,  for  ev'ry  sin, 
Grace  and  trouble,  fully  double  ; 
Joy,  ye  sons  of  men  1 

3 
Glorious  Jesus,  &c. 

Thou  art  lifted  high  ; 
That  shall  please  us,  &c. 

To  eternity  : 
What  these  tidings  good  contain, 
Thy  dear  blood  and  wounds  explain*. 
Never-ending  love  !  descending 
By  thy  smart  and  pain. 

4 
All  our  warfare,  Sec. 

Thou'st  accomplished  well  ; 
Bravely  conquer'd,  &c. 

Sin,  and  death,  and  hell  : 
Thee  we  hail,  thou  King  of  heav'n  ! 
Thou  thine  all  to  us  hast  giv'n  ; 
In  thy  blood,  our  Lord  and  God5 
We  find  our  holv  leav'n, 


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HYMN  384.      P.  M. 

JjEAREST  Jesus,  though  unseen, 

My  believing  heart  must  lov*e  thee  i 
Poor,  despised  Nazarene, 

A  kind  and  constant  Friend  I  prove  thee  , 
Sinking  in  thy  balmy  name, 
O,  how  I  love  my  dearest  Lamb  ! 

2 
Night  and  day  I  vent  my  sighs". 

Languishing  to  see  my  Saviour  : 
With  warm  heart,  and  wond'ring  eyes, 

I'd  view  my  dying  God  for  ever  : 
Here  I  always  would  abide  ; 
O,  this  I  choose,  and  nought  beside  1 

3 
Like  the  widow'd  turtle-dove, 

I,  dear,  lovely  Mnn,  adore  thee  ; 
Pants  my  soul  quite  faint  with  love> 

Singing,  "  O  my  love,  restore  me 
To  thy  presence,  sweet  and  free  ; 
O,  how  I  long  to  be  with  thee  1" 

4 
O'er  the  hills  I  see  him  come  ; 

Swift  as  darts  the  piercing  lightning 
Scatters  all  my  horrid  gloom  ; 

All  my  joys  are  quick  and  bright'ning  : 
Welcome,  welcome,  dearest  Lamb  j 
O,  how  his  presence  feeds  my  flame  ! 

5 
Praise  shall  my  glad  lips  employ, 

Praise  shall  all  my  pow'rs  enliven  j 
To  the  Fountain  of  my  Joy, 

Jesus,  Prince  of  earth  and  heav'n  : 
He  is  mine,  and  I  am  his  ; 
O,  he's  my  glory  and  my  bliss  ! 


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HYMN  385.     P.  M. 

31 Y  dearest  Lamb,  who  bear'st  my  grief, 
Thy  sympathy  affords  relief 

To  thy  poor,  drooping  bride  : 
Thy  blood,  as  wine,  shall  cheer  my  heart  ; 
I'll  draw  mine  ease  from  all  thy  smart, 

And  from  thy  pierced  side. 
2 
When  thy  poor  church  grows  tir'd  and  faint, 
And,  overburden'd,  makes  complaint 

Of  some  tremendous  load, 
That  sinks  her  mind  in  heaviness, 
And  all  her  inward  pow'rs  distress, 

As  with  an  absent  God  : 
3 
Thou  say'st,  thou  hast  been  tempted  sore 
In  ev'ry  point  like  her,  and  more  ; 

Witness  the  shameful  cross  : 
Now  touch'd  with  ev'ry  feeling  sense 
Of  what  can  give  thy  bride  offence  ; 

Hence  she  sustains  no  loss. 
4 
If  in  the  dust  she  fainting  sit, 
Washing  her  loving  Saviour's  feet 

\\  it ii  her  o'erflowing  tears  ! 
Thou  gently  dost  her  spirit  raise, 
Filling  her  heart  with  songs  of  praise, 

And  banishing  her  fears. 
5 
Thou  canst  not  see  us  weep  alone, 
But  sigh  for  sigh,  and  groan  for  groan, 

With  us  thou  bear'st  a  part  ; 
Whilst  pants  the  soul,  with  throbbing  breast, 
With  equal  sympathy  oppress'd, 

We  feel  thy  loving  heart. 


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HYMN  386.      P.  M. 


WoND'ROUS  voice  !  that  cries  with  pow'r, 

All  flesh  as  grass  is  mean  ; 
All  its  good  is  as  the  fiow'r, 

That  fades,  and  is  not  seen  ; 
Surely  all  the  people's  grass  ; 

Nor  is  their  goodliness  esteem'd  : 
All  their  work  and  righteousness 

Are  fading  flowers  deem'd. 
2 
Blows  the  Spirit  of  our  God, 

All  fleshly  good  is  lost  ; 
Speaks  with  pow'r  the  Saviour's  blood5 

Man's  glory  sinks  to  dust  : 
Fails  all  flesh  before  the  Lord, 

And,  with'ring,  dies  at  his  command  ; 
Nought  but  God's  eternal  word 

Shall  in  his  presence  stand. 
3 
Jesus  only  shall  endure, 

And  nothing  stand  beside  : 
He,  that  Word  of  God  most  sure, 

In  whom  exists  his  bride  : 
Bless'd  in  him  with  perfect  peace, 

We  cease  from  all  our  fleshly  good  ; 
He  came  witnessing  this  grace 

By  water  and  by  blood. 
4 
Now  is  Jesus  all  in  all, 

My  soul  is  satisfy'd  ; 
All  my  guilt,  by  Adam's  fall, 

Ceas'd  when  the  Saviour  dy'd  : 
With  him  I  arose  to  light, 

And  glorious  immortality  ; 
In  him  beauteous  to  the  sight 

Of  sacred  Deity* 


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b 
O  how  wond'rous  is  the  grace  I 

The  Lamb  accepted  stands  ! 
In  him  shines  the  Father's  face 

On  souls  from  ev'ry  land  ; 
He  our  Captain,  Prince,  and  Head, 

Foundation  of  this  truth  divine  ; 
All  Jehovah's  fav'rite  seed 

Collected  in  him  shine. 


HYMN  387.      L.  M. 

F  ATHER  of  all  !  whose  powerful  voice 
Call'd  forth  this  universal  frame  ; 
Whose  mercies  over  all  rejoice  ; 
Through  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

2 
Thou,  by  thy  word,  upholdest  all ; 
Thy  bounteous  love  to  all  is  shew'd  ; 
Thou  hear'st  thine  ev'ry  creature's  call, 
And  fillest  every  mouth  with  good. 

3 . 
In  heaven  thou  reign'st  enthron'd  in  light. 
Nature's  expanse  beneath  thee  spread  ; 
Earth,  air  and  sea  before  thy  sight, 
And  hell's  deep  gloom,  are  open  laid. 

4 
Wisdom,  and  might,  and  love  are  thine  ; 
Prostrate  before  thy  face  we  fall, 
Confess  thine  attributes  divine, 
And  hail  thee  sov'reign  Lord  of  all. 

5 
Thee,  sovereign  Lord,  let  all  confess, 
That  move  on  earth,  or  sea,  or  sky  ; 
Revere  thy  power,  thy  goodness  bless, 
And  bow  before  thy  piercing  eye. 


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6 
All  ye,  who  owe  to  him  your  breath. 
In  praise  your  every  hour  employ  ; 
Jehovah  reigns,  be  glad,  O  earth  ! 
And  shout,  ye  morning  stars,  for  joy 


HYMN  388.     P.  M. 

C^HRIST's  birth,  and  circumcision  too, 
His  fasting  and  temptation  shew, 
His  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
His  wounded  heart  and  torments  great, 
His  blood,  his  death,  and  all,  shall  prove 
The  fulness  of  the  Godhead-love. 

2 
'Tis  he  who  groans,  and  cries  aloud, 
And  weeps  and  sighs,  and  hangs  in  blood  ; 
'Tis,  as  his  soul  was  put  to  pain, 
And  as  he  was  most  sharply  slain, 
That  he  is  worthy  to  unseal 
The  book  of  God,  and  all  reveal. 

3 
Under  this  form  we  hear  him  preach, 
And,  by  his  wounds,  his  brethren  teach, 
That  God  is  love,  to  favour'd  man, 
And  was,  ere  worlds  or  time  began  ; 
His  being,  name,  and  nature,  love  : 
This  calls  us  up  to  worlds  above. 

4 
Our  nature's  curse,  our  sin  and  pride, 
Are  all  destroy'd,  and  all  beside 
That  renders  it  unmeet  for  God  ; 
The  Lamb  hath  purg'd  us  by  his  blood  : 
Our  happiness  he  always  wills, 
And  in  us  all  his  joy  fulfils. 


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HYMN  389.     P.  M. 

NOW  doth  the  truth  appear, 

Our  dear  prophetic  Lord, 
Of  what  thou  didst  declare 
In  thine  unerring  word  ; 
The  awful  signs,  by  thee  foretold, 
Of  thine  approach,  we  now  behold. 
2 
Nations  are  in  distress, 

Striving,  by  force  and  fraud, 
Each  other  to  oppress  ; 

Yet  their  own  ways  applaud  : 
In  divers  places  earthquakes  are, 
Men's  hearts  are  failing  them  for  fear- 
3 
The  gods  of  earth  their  jars 

Occasion  fierce  debate  ; 
Contests  and  bloody  wars 
Proclaim  their  mutual  hate  ; 
Whilst  mutt'ring  rumour  now  declares, 
How  all  the  world  for  war  prepares. 
4 
Redeemer,  thou  wilt  come 

(Those  signs  point  out  thy  way) 
To  bring  thy  children  home, 
We  wait  the  glorious  day  : 
Till  then  we  calmly  rest  in  thee, 
From  dread  of  each  ill-boding  free. 

PAUSE. 

5 
We  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord  ; 
Nor  will  we  hopeless  grieve  ; 
Instructed  by  thy  word, 
Rejoicing,  we  believe 
That  all  things  work,  through  Jesus'  blood, 
Now,  and  for  ever,  for  our  good. 
Dd 


6 
Our  clearest  Bridegroom  lives  ! 

And  all  our  need  supplies  ; 
Himself  orur  food  he  gives, 
Eat,  my  belov'd,  he  cries  : 
His  love  is  our  divine  repast  ; 
O  !  how  can  then  his  children  fast  ? 
7 
If  thou  art  ta'en  away, 

Lo  !  then  thy  children  fast  ; 
But  if  thou  with  us  stay, 
We've  a  continual  feast  : 
All  other  food  our  souls  despise, 
But  thee,  our  Lamb  and  Sacrifice. 
8 
We'll  fast  from  all  but  thee  ; 
Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
To  drink  thy  blood  we're  free  : 
On  this  alone  we  feed  ! 
Pteas'd  with  this  food,  most  holy  Lamb? 
We  eat  and  drink,  and  bless  thy  name. 

HYMN  390.     P.  M. 

JL  O  Jesus  lifted  up  on  high, 
As  doves  unto  their  windows  fly, 

We  speed  for  life  and  peace  : 
His  blood,  how  pow'riully  it  draws  ! 
Now  it  hath  quite  remov'd  the  cause 

Of  sorrow  and  distress. 
2 
As  members  to  their  head  must  join, 
And  branches  grow  in  their  own  vine? 

So  are  we  in  the  Lamb  : 
Ours  all  his  beauty,  life  and  fruit, 
On  him  we  grow,  our  Head  and  Root, 

And  hail  the  sacred  namec 


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HYMN  391.     P.  M. 

ORY  aloud,  is  the  command  ; 

Spare  not,  be  bold  and  free  ; 
Trumpet  through  a  guilty  land, 

How  they  have  err'd  from  me  : 
Till  their  sinfulness  of  heart 

And  practice  is  to  them  declar'dy 
Jesus  only  can  avert 

The  judgment  that's  prepar'd. 
2 
Yet  they  daily  seek  my  face 

With  much  profess'd  delight ; 
As  a  nation  rich  in  grace, 

And  righteous  in  his  sight  ; 
Truth  and  justice  they  would  have, 

Seem  pleas'd  in  their  approach  to  God  ; 
Jesus  only  can  us  save 

By  his  own  precious  blood. 
3 
Wherefore  do  we  fast,  say  they, 

Yet  thou  dost  not  regard  ? 
Wherefore  sanctify  a  day, 

And  yet  thou  hast  not  heard  ? 
'Cause  herein  you  pleasure  find, 

As  such  who  merit  future  bliss  : 
Jesus  only  was  design'd 

To  be  our  righteousness. 
4 
Lo  !  ye  fast  for  foul  debate, 

With  wicked  hand  to  smite  j 
Still  retaining  strife  and  hate, 

Nor  cease  from  cruel  spite  : 
Ye  shall  not  fast,  as  on  this  day,' 

To  make  your  voice  be  heard  on  high  : 
Jesus  only  is  the  way, 

If  you'll  to  God  draw  nigh. 


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5 
Have  I  chose  such  fasts  as  these, 

Or  ever  this  allow'd, 
That  your  troubles  me  appease, 

Though  like  a  bull-rush  bow'd? 
Yet  wilt  thou  call  this  a  fast, 

A  day  accepted  of  your  God  ? 
Jesus  is  our  First  and  Last, 

The  sum  of  all  our  good. 

HYMN  392.     L.  M. 

A  S  all  men  once  in  Adam  fell 

From  life,  from  heav'n,  to  death  and  hell  : 

E'en  so  are  all  men  now  restor'd 

To  life,  to  heav'n,  in  Christ  their  Lord. 

2 
As  Adam  comprehended  all, 
In  his  obedience,  and  his  fall  : 
So,  in  himself,  his  toil  and  pain, 
Christ  comprehended  all  again. 

o 
O 

In  Adam  doom'd  to  punishment 
For  sin,  which  had  not  our  consent  : 
So  Christ,  without  our  choice  or  aid, 
AnnulFd  our  crimes,  our  debts  all  paid. 

4 
The  method  of  redeeming  grace, 
Highest  in  dignity  and  place, 
First  claims  our  wonder,  love,  and  praise,; 
And  joy  in  Jesus  all  our  days. 

5 
'Tis  free,  we  neither  ran  nor  fought  ; 
'Tis  free,  it  cost  us  not  a  thought  : 
'Tis  free,  the  gift  is  from  above, 
And  worthy  of  the  God  of  love. 


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o 
Nor  is  the  gift  of  God  confin'd  *, 
'Tis  freely  giv'n  to  all  mankind  : 

As  true  to  who  have  not  bjiiev'd, 
As  such  who  have  the  gift  receiv'd. 

7 
In  Christ,  where  grace  and  peace  abound, 
The  balm  is  equal  to  the  wound  : 
In  Christ,  salvation's  wrought  for  all, 
Who  were  involv'd  in  Adam's  fall. 

HYMN  393.      P.  M. 

JJEAD  to  the  world,  to  flesh  and  sense, 
The  sons  of  God  we  now  commence, 

And  Jesus  only  know  : 
In  him  our  life  is  kept  secure, 
In  him  we're  holy,  just  and  pure, 

Unknown  to  men  below. 
2 
The  hidden  way,  we  now  descry, 
Has  ne'er  been  seen  by  vulture's  eye. 

Nor  by  the  lion  trod  ; 
In  this  we  walk  devoid  of  fear, 
No  condemnation  dread  we  here, 

For  Jesus  is  our  God. 
3 
Though  reason  would  our  souls  dismay, 
Tells  us  we  err  from  day  to  day, 

And  ev'ry  hour  transgress  ; 
Yet  in  our  high,  exalted  Head, 
To  sin  and  all  its  pow'rs  we're  dead, 

And  he's  our  righteousness. 
4 
In  him  of  whom  the  prophets  told, 
Ourselves  made  perfect  we  behold  ; 
Adorn 'd  with  ev'ry  grace  j 
Dd2 


330 

We  enter  here  Tmmanuel's  land,. 
And  in  his  purity  we  stand, 

Before  the  Father's  face. 
5 
To  him  be  all  our  songs  and  praise. 
To  him  let  us  our  voices  raise, 

And  hail  our  glorious  King  : 
Whose  love  to  us  has  open'd  heav'n, 
In  him  salvation's  to  us  giv'n, 

His  name  we'll  ever  sing. 


HYMN  394.      P.  M. 

.A  LL  hail,  eternal  Love  ! 

Goii's  nature  and  his  name, 
Unchangeable  ;  we  prove 

Thou  art  always  the  same  ; 
Thou  no  beginning  had'st,  nor  we 
Shall  ever  know  an  end  of  thee. 

2 
JTwas  love  which  God  reveal'd, 

To  ease  the  sinner's  pain  ; 
By  oath  and  promise  seal'd, 

They  should  enjoy  again  ; 
The  peace  once  lost,  which  now  I  prove., 
Through  Jesus*  blood,  amazing  love  ! 

3 
Love,  which  at  first  began 

To  bless  a  ruin'd  race, 
In  time  became  a  man, 

And  prov'd  the  sinner's  peace  : 
Us  he  espous'd  to  love,  then  we 
From  all  our  miseries  were  free. 

4 
Love  wounded  was  for  us 

With  sharp  and  bitter  pain? 


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Hung  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

Felt  death,  and  rose  again  ; 
And  left  his  peace  with  us  in  love, 
Before  he  went  to  realms  above. 


HYMN  395.      P.  M. 

OrLOR'OUS  Jesus  !    glor'ous  Jesus  ! 

Thy  dear  name  to  praise  ; 
This  shall  please  us,  this  shall  please  us# 

Greatly,  all  our  days  ; 
O  thy  beauties,  how  divine  ! 

How  they  in  the  gospel  shine  ! 
Holy  Saviour,  live  for  ever, 

All  our  songs  be  thine. 

HYMN  396.      P.  M. 

JESUS  only  will  we  sing, 

His  mystery  adore  ; 
Thee  we  praise,  our  bleeding  King, 

Thy  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r  ; 
Thou  hast  wrought  our  works  for  us  9 

In  us  thou  dy'dst  and  liv'st  again  ; 
By  the  labour  of  thy  cross 

We  endless  life  obtain. 
2 
Live,  thou  mighty  Prince  of  life  ! 

Great  King  of  glory,  reign  ! 
"iiu  m  nraise  be  all  our  strife, 
ho  for  our  sins  w.  s  slain. 
"With  himself,  from  sin  and  shame, 

Blameless  to  God  he  did  us  raise  : 
Worthy  is  the  holy  Lamb 

Of  everlasting  praise  > 


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HYMN  397.      P.  Ml 

0  THOU  lov'd  Sov'reign  of  my  breast, 
In  thy  dear  myst'ry  I  am  bless'd 

With  peace,  and  joy  profound. 
Now,  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell,  am  I 
In  my  dear  Lamb's  Humanity, 

Where  all  my  joys  abound. 
2 
Here  will  I  hide  from  ev'ry  foe, 
And  thank  thee,  O  my  Saviour,  too, 

That  I  should  favour'd  be 
To  hide  me  in  thy  wounded  side  ; 
And,  what's  yet  more,  to  be  thy  bride, 

And  truly  one  with  thee  I 

3  > 

Here  would  I  live,  for  ever  live, 
In  thee,  my  Lamb,  and  still  receive 

Thy  blessings  ever  new  : 
I'd  turn  mine  eyes  from  all  to  thee, 
Whilst  underneath  the  bloody  tree 

My  heart  with  love  o'erflow. 
4 

1  long  to  prove  the  depth  profound, 
The  glory  of  each  bleeding  wound, 

Not  one  was  made  in  vain  : 
Nor  is  there  any  discord  there, 
Or  cause  of  sorrow,  pain,  or  fear  ; 

There,  there,  my  soul,  remain, 

HYMN  398.     C.  M. 

TART    FIRST. 


s 


EE  !  O  my  soul,  on  Calvary 
Thy  Maker  and  thy  God  ! 
\nd>  in  him,  thine  own  person  see- 
As  coyer'd  o'er  with  blood. 


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Behold  him,  from  his  high  abode, 

Come  down  to  dwell  with  men  ; 
Behold  him  sink  beneath  the  load 

Of  all  thy  guilt  and  sin. 
3 
Nail'd  to  the  cross  he  tortur'd  hangs, 

Oppress'd  with  grief  and  smart ; 
We  as  his  members  share  his  pangs, 

And  feel  his  wounded  heart. 
4 
Look  back  to  Adam,  there  behold 

Thyself  as  lost,  undone  ; 
To  sin,  to  hell,  to  Satan  sold, 

And  all  thy  beauty  gone. 
5 
As  thou  wast  of  his  body  part, 

When  he  a  victim  fell  ; 
Ev'n  so,  in  Christ,  exempt  thou  art 

From  sin  and  death,  and  hell. 

PART    SECOND. 

6 
God's  love  is  free,  nor  has  it  bounds, 

Not  sin  can  it  control  ; 
But  peace  on  earth  it  ever  sounds, 

And  health  to  ev'ry  soul. 
7 
Our  Jesus  is  our  peaceful  earth, 

In  whom  there  dwells  good-will 
Towards  mankind,  who  in  his  birth 

His  body's  myst'ry  fill. 
8 
Jesus,  and  us,  were  seen  as  one  ; 

When  God  the  Father  spake, 
And  said  to  him,  Thou  art  my  Son, 

In  whom  I  pleasure  take. 


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9 
In  Christ,  each  promise,  with  its  seal, 

We  now  enjoy  and  know  ; 
In  Christ,  the  unction  now  we  feel 

Upon  us  plenteous  flow. 
10 
Hence  to  our  God  our  songs  we  raise  ; 

Exalting  heart  and  voice  : 
Nor  will  we  ever  cease  to  praise. 

But  in  his  name  rejoice. 

HYMN  399.     P.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  servant  of  the  Lord, 
Chosen  to  fulfil  his  word, 

With  might  and  special  grace  ! 
Not  like  the  man,  whose  fleshly  mind, 
DefiTd  and  blemish'd  all  mankind, 

Yea  ruin'd  all  his  race. 
2 
But  one  elect  above  the  rest, 
Chosen  to  be  our  great  High  Priestj 

To  bear  our  names  on  high  ; 
To  offer  up  his  glorious  prize, 
His  one  beloved  sacrifice, 

Man  crown'd  with  victory. 
3 
Well  might  the  soul  of  God  rejoice, 
And  with  a  loud  and  heav'nly  voice, 

Proclaim  his  only  Son  ; 
For  here  mankind  being  gather'd  home, 
And  rescu'd  from  their  former  doom, 

Are  with  their  God  made  one. 
4 
Man's  spirit,  sav'ring  strong  of  earthy 
Has  here  a  new  and  heav'nly  birth, 

And  fiil'd  with  love  divine  ; 


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The  Spirit  pour'd  on  Christ  declares 
Mankind  his  brethren,  friends,  and  heirs  ; 

Who  are  with  him  to  shine. 
5 
What  doth  the  heav'nly  vision  mean  ? 
What  !  That  we  only  are  made  clean,] 

And  all  the  rest  forgot  ! 
Nay,  to  the  Gentiles,  Christ  brings  forth 
In  judgment  all  his  pow'r  and  worth, 

As  their  free,  happy  lot. 
6 
And  thus  the  bruised  reed's  not  broke, 
Nor  quench'd  the  flax,  its  dying  smoke  ; 

For  Aaron's  precious  oil, 
Pour'd  on  the  head,  did  straight  descend 
O'er  head  and  garments,  to  the  end 

That  ev'ry  part  might  smile. 
7 
What  though  on  some  it  falls  unknown? 
Unconscious  of  the  rich  perfume, 

Which  spreads  its  odours  round  ? 
Yet  that  the  senses  don't  receive 
What  gladdens  such  who  do  believe, 

Is  all  the  diff'rence  found. 


HYMN  400.     L.  M. 

JESUS,  he  is  the  Vine  most  true  ; 
His  Father,  God,  the  Husbandman, 
Who  dress'd  him  well,  for  man,  for  you, 
When  blood  flow'd  fast  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2 
When  he  became  the  Branch  of  sin, 
The  fruitless  Bud  of  man's  offence  ; 
The  Father's  hand  did  purge  him  clean* 
And  took  the  evil  branch  from  thence- 


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3 

Since,  then,  in  him  no  sin  remains, 
From  us  all  sin  is  far  remov'd  : 
On  him  is  found  no  guilty  stains  ; 
Guiltless  are  we  in  the  Belov'd. 

4 
He  also  was  the  Branch  that  bare 
The  fruit  that  was  divinely  good  : 
Purg'd  by  the  Father's  love  and  cart> 
And  fertil'd  by  atoning  blood. 

5 
In  him,  the  Father  was  well-pleas'd, 
In  him  he  truly  dress'd  the  Vine  : 
Where  sin's  chastis'd,  the  law's  appeas'd, 
And  mercy  now  doth  glorious  shine. 

6 
God  spake  the  word,  that  made  us  clean  ; 
The  Word  was  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  : 
'Twas  spoken  to  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Who're  holy  through  that  spoken  Word. 

HYMN  401.      S.  M. 

X  HE  way  of  safety's  found, 

The  way  of  righteousness  : 
Where  Christ  with  pow'r  and  glory  crown'd, 

Did  all  our  griefs  redress. 
2 

Jesus,  the  living  way, 

Descended  from  on  high  : 
To  be  our  path  to  endless  day, 

From  where  the  helpless  sigh. 
3 

No  unclean  thing  can  tread 

The  great  high-way  of  truth  : 
Vet  sinners,  by  the  Saviour  led, 

Find  rugged  paths  made  smooth. 


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4 

O  glorious  !  glorious  way, 

In  thee  we  cannot  err  : 
In  thee  no  snares  our  feet  betray, 

Nor  our  free  steps  deter. 
5 

No  lion  is  there  here, 

No  rav'ning  beast  of  prey  ; 
To  strike  the  traveller  with  fear, 

Who  walketh  in  this  way. 
6 

With  everlasting  joy, 

Come,  sons  of  Zion,  come  ; 
Sorrows  shall  not  again  annoy 

The  souls  to  Christ  brought  home. 
7 

In  thee  our  great  High  Priest, 

By  suff'ring  death  made  pure  ; 
In  thee  we  see  the  way  to  rest, 

And  feel  our  bliss  secure. 

HYMN  402.      C.  M. 

W  HAT  joy  or  honour  could  we  have, 

We  all  unclean  and  base, 
Unless  the  righteous  Lamb  of  God 

Our  joy  and  honour  was  ? 

o 

What  boasted  work,  what  fairest  thing 

Of  all  that's  ours  we  name, 
Could  we  unto  the  judgment  bring 

Of  him  whose  eyes  are  flame  ? 

Who  is  so  rich,  so  pure,  so  just, 

If  scann'd  and  try'd  above, 
That  his  best  plea  and  self-defence 

Of  any  weight  could  prove  ? 
Ec 


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* 
Who,  who  has  ever  found  a  way 

Into  the  holy  place, 
By  any  door  than  one, 

Christ's  wounds,  and  his  free  grace  ? 
5 
We  know  the  Shepherd's  heart,  who  left 

The  ninety -nine  behind, 
And  through  the  desart  anxious  went, 

His  hundredth  sheep  to  find. 
6 
The  righteousness  that  comes  by  blood, 

Is  our  life-giving  feast, 
Still  on  those  wounds  our  souls  would  hang, 

As  infants  on  the  breast. 

HYMN  403.      L.  M. 

ONE  God  there  is,  which  God  is  ours, 
The  Source  of  all  the  heav'nly  pow'rs  ; 
He's  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 

2 
This  God  beheld  our  fallen  race, 
Straitway  his  love  took  Adam's  place. 
Head  of  his  loved  church  and  train, 
To  bring  them  to  himself  again. 

3 
Mankind  he  gathered  into  one, 
And  as  a  vesture  put  them  on  ; 
Thus  to  himself,  he  reconcil'd 
Each  wand'ring,  each  rebellious  child 

4 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Spirit  shone 
In  Jesus'  face  ;  beloved  Son  ! 
fn  him  the  Godhead's  fulness  dwelt, 
When  his  blood-shedding  purg'd  our  guilt. 


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Let  all  who  see,  and  know  the  same, 
Join  me  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name  ; 
To  him  \vc  hallelujah  cry, 
Who  did  vouchsafe  for  us  to  die. 

6 
Soon  shall  we  meet  on  Salem's  shore, 
To  love,  and  praise,  and  part  no  more  j 
Till  then  we'll  sing,  and  ever  say, 
The  Lamb  has  took  our  sins  away. 

HYMN  404.     C.  M. 

WlTH  thankfulness  I  sing  the  Man; 

Of  blessed  Mary  born  j 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 

The  same  the  Hebrews  scorn. 
2 
My  Friend  I  sing,  who  took  my  place- 

Deliver'd  up  for  me  : 
For  me  and  all  the  ungodly  race, 

As  they  will  some  time  see. 
3 
The  Carpenter,  the  Nazarene, 

Who  all  my  curse  endur'd, 
Who  having  wash'd  away  my  sin. 

My  part  in  heav'n  insur'd. 
4 
When  he  on  Calv'ry  naked  bled, 

He  groan'd  beneath  my  pain  ! 
A  spectacle  to  angels  made, 

A  gazing  stock  for  man. 
5 
This  of  my  Lord  I  can't  forget, 

With  all  beside  I'd  part  ; 
For  O  !  his  love,  death,  wounds  and  sweat 

Are  written  on  my  heart. 


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6 
I  fain  would  banish  from  my  mind 

The  world  and  things  of  sense, 
And  only  muse  on  what  I  find 

In  him,  nor  move  from  hence. 
7 
Nothing  like  him  so  pleasing  shines, 

In  my  admiring  eyes  ; 
Love,  conqu'ring  love,  my  soul  confines 

Him  more  than  all  to  prize. 

HYMN  405.     C.  M. 

oEGIN  the  high,  celestial  strain, 

My  ravish'd  soul,  and  sing 
A  solemn  hymn  of  grateful  praise 

To  Heaven's  Almighty  King  ; 
2 
Ye  curling  fountains,  as  you  roll 

Your  silver  waves  along, 
Whisper  to  all  your  verdant  shores 

The  subject  of  my  song. 
3 
Retain  it  long,  ye  echoing  rocks  ! 

The  sacred  sound  retain, 
And  from  your  hollow-winding  caves 

Return  it  oft  again. 
4 
Bear  it,  ye  winds,  on  all  your  wings 

To  distant  climes  away  ; 
And  round  the  wide-extended  world 

My  lofty  theme  convey. 
5 
Take  the  glad  burden  of  his  name, 

Ye  clouds,  as  you  arise, 
Whether  to  deck  the  golden  morn, 

Or  shade  the  evening  skies. 


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6 

Let  harmless  thunders  roll  along 

The  smooth,  etherial  plain, 
And  answer,  from  the  crystal  vault, 

To  ev'ry  flying  strain. 
7 
Long  let  it  warble  round  the  spheres, 

And  echo  through  the  sky, 
Till  angels,  with  immortal  skill, 

Improve  the  harmony. 
8 
While  I,  with  sacred  rapture  fir'd, 

The  bless'd  Creator  sing, 
And  warble  consecrated  lays 

To  Heav'n's  Almighty  King. 

HYMN  406.     P.  M. 

JHL  ARK  !  what  distant  music  melts  upon  the  ear  I 
So  sweet  the  tones,  the  symphonies  so  clear  ! 
Some  seraph  sure  has  touch'd  his  golden  lyre, 
And  praise  resounds  through  all  the  heav'nly  choir. 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  soul-commanding  sound  ; 
Learn  the  bless'd  theme,and  chant  the  chorus  round 

2 
O  could  our  strains  the  rapt'rous  notes  combine, 

Then  should  our  grateful  anthems  pour  along 

The  soothing,  swelling  harmonies  of  song  ; 
And  ev'ry  breast  would  glow  with  love  divine  I 

3 
Mo  st  gracious  God,  thy  humble  suppliants  hear  } 

Accept  the  tributary  lays  we  bring  : 
Thy  power  we  own  ;  thy  majesty  revere  ; 

Thy  goodness  celebrate  ;  thy  glories  sing> 
And  oh  !  may  all  in  one  grand  concert  raist 
To  Thee  hosannas  of  unceasing  praise, 


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HYMN  407.      P.  M. 

J  ESUS,  all  hail  !  thou  risen  Saviour,  hail  ! 
At  thy  command  the  seventh  trump  shall  sound, 
The  sun  retire,  the  moon,  the  stars  turn  pale, 
And  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  sea,  no  more  be  found. 

2 
Rous'd  at  thy  word,  the  slumbering  nations  rise  ; 
The  dead,  who  live  not  till  the  trump  be  blown, 
Lift  up  to  thee  their  supplicating  eyes, 
And  they  who  pierc'd  thee,  weep  at  mercy's  throne. 

3 
On  all  their  sins  the  cleansing  fountain  rolls, 
Their  robes  are  wash'd  in  thine  all-saving  blood  y 
The  Fount  of  life  supplies  their  thirsty  souls, 
And  ev'ry  nation  drinks  the  living  flood. 

4 
Bath'd  in  the  crimson  stream  of  love  divine, 
With  tears  of  joy  in  ecstacy  they  cry  ; 
<*  The  east,  the  west,  the  south,  the  north,  are  thine? 
From  everlasting,  thine,  we  shall  not  die.'' 

5 
"  All  souls  are  mine  ;  all  live  to  God  in  me, 
The  first  the  last,  the  last  the  first  proclaim  ; 
Jew,  Gentile,  Greek,  Barbarian,  bond  or  free, 
Are  one  new  man,  and  bear  Immanuers  name." 

HYMN  409.      L.  M. 

A  HIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 
Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  j 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  al!  that's  to  come- 


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HYMN  410.     P.  M. 

V  E  nymphs  of  Sol  y  ma  1  begin  the  song  : 
To  heavenly  themes  sublimer  strains  belong. 
The  mossy  fountains  and  the  sylvan  shades, 
The  dreams  of  Pindus  and  th'  Aonian  maids 
Delight  no  more.     O  Thou  my  voice  inspire, 
Who  touch'd  Isaiah's  hallowed  lips  with  lire  ! 
Rapt  into  future  times  the  bard  begun  : 
A  Virgin  shall  conceive,  a  Virgin  bear  a  Son  ! 
From  Jesse's  root  behold  a  Branch  arise, 
Whose  sacred  flow'r  with  fragrance  fills  the  skies  : 
Th'  ethereal  Spirit  o'er  its  leaves  shall  move, 
And  on  its  top  descend  the  mystic  Dove. 
Ye  heav'ns  from  high  the  dewy  nectar  pour, 
And  in  soft  silence  shed  the  kindly  show'r. 
The  sick  and  weak  the  healing  plant  shall  aid, 
From  storms  a  shelter,  and  from  heat  a  shade  ; 
All  crimes  shall  cease,  and  ancient  fraud  shall  fail, 
Returning  justice  lift  aloft  her  scale  ; 
Peace  o'er  the  world  her  olive  wand  extend, 
And  white-rob'd  innocence  from  heav'n  descend. 
Swift  fly  the  years,  and  rise  the  expected  morn  i 
Oh  spring  to  light,  auspicious  Babe,  be  born  ! 
See  nature  hastes  her  earliest  wreaths  to  bring, 
With  all  the  incense  of  the  breathing  spring  ; 
See  lofty  Lebanon  his  head  advance, 
See  nodding  forests  on  the  mountains  dance, 
See  spicy  clouds  from  lowly  Sharon  rise, 
And  Carmel's  flow'ry  top  perfumes  the  skies  ! 
Hark  !  a  glad  voice  the  lonely  desert  cheers  ; 
Prepare  the  way  !  a  God,  a  God  appears  ! 
A  God,  a  God  !  the  vocal  hills  reply, 
The  rocks  proclaim  th'  approaching  Deity. 
Lo,  earth  receives  him  from  the  bending  skies  ! 
Sink  down,  ye  mountains,  and,  ye  vallies,  rise  ! 
With  heads  declin'd,  ye  cedars,  homage  pay  ; 
Be  smooth,  ye  rocks  j  ye  rapid  floods,  give  way  ! 


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The  Saviour  comes  !  by  ancient  bards  foretold  : 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf  !  and  all  ye  blind,  behold  1 
No  sigh,  no  murmur,  the  wide  world  shall  hear  ; 
From  ev'ry  face  he  wipes  off  ev'ry  tear. 
In  adamantine  chains  shall  death  be  bound, 
And  hell's  grim  tyrant  feel  th'  eternal  wound. 
No  more  shall  nation  against  nation  rise, 
Nor  ardent  warriors  meet  with  hateful  eyes. 
Rise,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  I 
Exalt  thy  tow'ry  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes  ! 
See  heav'n  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 
No  more  the  rising  sun  shall  gild  the  morn, 
Nor  ev'ning  Cynthia  fill  her  silver  horn  ; 
But  lost,  dissolv'd  in  thy  superior  rays, 
One  tide  of  glory,  one  unclouded  blaze 
O'erflow  thy  courts  :  the  light  himself  shall  shine 
Reveal'd,  and  God's  eternal  day  be  thine  ! 
The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away  ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains  : 
Thy  realm  forever  lasts,  thine  own  Messiah  reigns ! 

HYMN  411.     P.  M. 

HOW  great  are  thy  works,  thou  power  divine  ! 
How  various  thy  ways,  how  sweet  they  combine  ; 
No  angel  can  measure  thine  infinite  love, 
Surpassing  conception,  eternal  'twill  prove. 

2 

Ere  chaos  was  moulded,  or  planets  were  fram'd  ; 
Ere  earth,  sea  and  rivers,  or  mortals  were  nam'd  ; 
Love  dwelt  in  thy  bosom,  love  mov'd  thee  to  bring 
A  race  into  being,  thy  praises  to  sing. 

3 
In  Adam  we  stood,  in  Adam  we  fell  ; 
Were  born  in  corruption,  and  still  in  it  dwell ; 


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But  though  \vc  arc  guilty,  unworthy  thy  care, 
Thy  promise  assures  us  of  glory  a  share. 

4 
In  Adam  we  died, — in  Christ,  thy  clear  Son, 
Life,  pardon  and  comfort,  we  claim  as  our  own  ; 
Oh  love,  how  amazing  !  Oh  mercy,  how  great  ! 
Redemption  through  Jesus  is  wholly  complete. 

HYMN  412.      P.M. 

V  ITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit,  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 

Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife,, 

And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 
2 
Hark  !  they  whisper  !  Angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away. 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 

Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ? 

Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
3 
The  world  recedes — it  disappears  !— 
Heaven  opens  to  mine  eyes  !  mine  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ; 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 

O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


HYMN  413.      P.  M. 

A    MARRIAGE     HYMN. 


CyELESTIAL  Father  !  Sire  of  man, 
From  whom  our  circling  race  began, 
Form'd  by  thy  plastic  hand  : 


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Low  at  thy  feet  we  prostrate  bow, 
Receive  and  bless  the  ardent  vow, 

Made  by  thy  high  command. 
2 
Give  each  soft  spirit,  friend  to  love, 
In  walks  of  paradise  who  rove, 

To  bless  the  happy  pair, 
Propitious  let  them  hither  fly, 
From  bowers  of  bliss  in  yonder  sky. 

And  banish  pale-ey'd  care. 

3 
Be  witness  heav'n,  and  every  pow'r, 
Who  deign  to  mark  the  hallow'd  hour, 

Record  the  plighted  faith  ; 
Soft  vigils  keep,  auspicious  bend, 
On  every  devious  walk  attend, 

And  strew  with  flow'rs  their  path. 

4 
May  smiling  pleasures,  blooming  joys, 
Fair  hope  sublim'd,  which  never  cloys, 

Gild  every  added  day  ; 
No  dark  suspicion  rise  between, 
With  blighting  infl'ence  cloud  the  scene, 

Chasing  sweet  peace  away. 

5 
May  mellowing  love  with  friendship  blend; 
Esteem  with  lighted  torch  ascend 

And  fan  the  sacred  fire  : 
May  young  complacency  improve, 
Graft  reason  on  the  stock  of  love, 

And  joys  serene  inspire. 
6 
May  chastity,  with  garland  crown'd, 
And  honour's  sacred  charms  be  found? 

To  guard  the  gentle  pair. 


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May  love  unfeign'd  their  bosoms  shield, 
And  conscious  duty,  pleasure  yield, 
Truth,  spotless  and  sincere. 

7 
May  sense  and  temper  still  preside, 
Discretion  all  their  actions  guide, 

Bright  virtue  still  the  base  ; 
Fair  candour  spread  a  mutual  veil, 
As  human  errors  shall  assail, 

With  silent  tears  erase. 
8 
May  each  domestic  joy  arise, 
And  home  felt  blessings  may  they  prize, 

Budding  on  peace  serene. 
May  she  each  matron  grace  assume 
Around  connubial  life  which  bloom, 

To  gild  the  opening  scene. 
9 
May  he  the  lover  still  confess, 
Still  live  to  honour,  shield  and  bless 

The  fair  whom  he  receives  ; 
For  when  the  ills  of  life  surround, 
In  the  torn  breast  inflict  the  wound, 

Sweet  amity  relieves. 
10 
When  gloomy  pangs  assault  the  soul, 
When  evil  fills  her  poison'd  bowl, 

And  passion  swells  the  breast, 
Then  may  soft  reason  brighter  glow, 
The  balm  of  sapient  pity  flow, 

And  smile  the  storm  to  rest. 
11 
As  they  the  path  of  life  shall  tread, 
May  confidence  her  banners  spread, 

And  well  taught  judgment  sway. 
May  friendship's  sweetest  joys  abound. 
And  fair  religion  still  be  found, 

To  point  the  better  way. 


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HYMN  414.     P.  M. 

X  O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amidst  the  heav'nly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below  ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  drew  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  bless'd  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow  ! 

HYMN  415.      L.  M. 

JT  RAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ! 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host  ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  ! 

FUNERAL  ANTHEM. 

X  HEARD  a  great  voice  from  Heav'n,  saying 
unto  me,  Write  from  henceforth,  Blessed  are  the 
dead  which  die  in  the  Lord  !  Yea,  saith  the 
Spirit,  for  they  rest  from  their  labours  ;  and  their 
works  do  follow  them. 

EASTER  ANTHEM. 

HaLLELUIA  !  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 
Halieluia  !  Now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead, 
and  become  the  first  fruits  of  them  that  slept. 
Halieluia  !  And  did  he  rise  ?  Hear,  O  ye  na- 
tions !  Hear  it,  O  ye  dead  !  He  rose  !  He  burst 
the  bars  of  death,  and  triumph'd  o'er  the  grave. 
Then  I  rose  !  Then  first  humanity  triumphant 
pass'd  the  crystal  ports  of  light,  and  seiz'd  eter- 
nal youth.  Man,  all-immortal,  Hail  !  Heaven, 
all  lavish  of  strange  gifts  to  man,  thine  all  the 
glory  !  man's  the  boundless  bliss  ! 


APPENDIX. 

CONTAINING 

ORIGINAL  HYMNS,   omitted   in  the 

LAST    EDITION. 


HYMN   1.      L.  M. 

Introductory.     Jets  xvii.  26.  Mai.  ii.  10.   Rom.  V.  18. 

1  A  HOUGH  various  names,  O  Lord,  divide 
The  differing  tribes  of  Adam's  race  ; 

Yet  all  to  Him,  to  Thee  allied, 

Are  sons  of  wrath,  and  heirs  of  grace. 

2  One  law  of  death  condemns  the  whole, 
The  east,  the  west,  the  south,  the  north  i 
And  one  free  gift  gives  life  to  all 

The  present,  future,  past  of  earth. 

3  From  one,  all  nations,  kindreds  sprung  : 
To  one  they  tend  ;  that  one  art  Thou  ; 
Then  be  thy  praise  in  concert  sung, 

By  all  thine  offspring,  here  below. 

HYMN  2.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  Creation.     Rev.  iv.  11.  Coloss.  i.  16.  Rom.  xi.36. 

1  WHILST  Elders  fall  before  thy  throne, 
The  rainbow'd  throne  whose  base  is  love  ; 
To  man,  they  make  thy  pleasure  known, 
The  cause  of  life  below,  above. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  art  worthy,  loud  they  cry, 
Of  glory,  honour,  pow'r  divine  : 

For  all  in  earth,  and  all  on  high, 
Were  made  by  thee  ;  and  all  are  thine  : 
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3  Hence,  Angels,  Spirits,  Elders  sing 
Hosannas,  in  one  choral  strain. 
The  Heav'ns  they  hymn  th'  Eternal  King  : 
And  Earth  repeats  Amen,  Amen. 

HYMN  3.     L.  M. 

The  Creation  of  Adam.     Gen.  i.  27.  v.  2.  Ephes,  V.  31,  32. 

1  .IN  thine  own  image,  Father,  God, 
That  image  Christ  the  Lord  display 'd  ; 
A  present  twain — yet  future  one, 
Was  Adam,  male  and  female  made. 

2  Here  first  the  truth  divine  was  shown, 
On  which  is  bas'd  Salvation's  plan  : 
Flesh  of  his  flesh,  and  bone  of  bone, 
Man  dwells  in  God,  and  God  in  man. 

3  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  I 
Creation's  hour  proclaims  the  Son  : 
For  us  he  left  his  Father's  house  ; 
And,  in  himself,  of  twain  made  one, 

HYMN  4.     C.  M. 

The  Beguiling  of  Woman.    2  Tim.  ii.  14.  Ephes.  v.  23. 

1  oATAN,  transform'd  in  guise  of  light, 

His  snares  deceptive  spread  ; 
Nor  dar'd  the  son  of  morn,  of  night, 
Attack  the  woman's  head. 

2  The  weaker  vessel,  foil'd  by  guile, 

Soon  fell  an  easy  prey. 
Adam  was  Eve's,  not  Satan's  spoil, 
He  gave  himself  away. 

3  Here  Jesus'  love  is  plainly  shown  ; 

Yes  !  love  more  strong  than  death  : 
For,  not  asham'd  ©ur  guilt  to  own, 
The  Saviour  yields  his  breath. 


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HYMN  5.     L.  M. 

Abraham's  Rejoicing-.     Gen.  xxii.  8.  John  i.  29.  viii.  36. 

1    <;  (  i  OD  Will  provide,"  the  Patriarch  said, 
And  faith  gives  ev'ry  doubt  away  ; 
Fearless  he  climbs  Moriah's  mound, 
And  sees  afar  Christ  Jesus'  day  : 

3  Yes  1  God  provides,  and  God  accepts 
His  sacrifice,  and  his  alone  : 
No  blood  of  beasts,  not  Abrah'm's  son, 
Nor  ought,  save  Christ,  can  e'er  atone. 

3   Ten  thousand  blessings  crown  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  that  once  was  slain  : 
Behold  he  lives,  he  intercedes, 
And  ransom'd  nations  shout  Amen. 

HYMN  6.      P.  M. 

Isaac  at  Peace  with  Philistia.     Gen.  xxvi.  30.  Isai.  xxv.  6, 

1  vxOD  hath  giv'n  to  Isaac  room  : 
See  Philistines  friendly  come  ; 
Hark  !  they  hail  one  common  Lord  ; 
One  by  him,  by  them  ador'd. 

2  Strife,  contention,  hatred  ends  ; 
Met  in  peace,  they  dwell  as  friends  ; 
Mutual  oath,  confirm'd  above, 

Jew  and  Gentile  binds  in  love. 

3  Lord  !  complete  this  type  of  thee, 
Bid  all  nations  bend  the  knee  ; 
Blessed  in  th'  eternal  Son, 

Bring  the  wancl'rers  home,  as  one. 

4  Give  them  peace,  the  peace  of  God  ; 
Peace  in  heaven,  by  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Thou  the  Truth,  the  Life,  the  Way, 
Peace,  good-will  to  all  display. 


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HYMN  7.     L.  M. 

Jacob's  Prophecy  of  Shiloh.     Gen.  xlix.  10.  Psat.  lxxxvi.  *9, 

5  oHILOH  shall  come — the  Prophet  cries, 
As  death  illumes  his  closing  eyes  ; 
O'er  people,  kindreds,  tongues  he  sways  i 
And  Judah  claims  no  more,  the  praise. 

2  Thou  long  foretold — yet  great  unknown, 
Shiloh  !  ascend  salvation's  throne. 
Gath'rer  of  nations,  come,  oh  come  I 
Leader  !  commander  !  guide  us  home. 

3  Speak  but  the  word,  and  light  shall  be  ; 
That  light  of  life  which  points  to  thee  ; 
Where  all  thy  works,  ador'd  I  AM  i 
Shall  glorify  thy  glorious  name. 

HYMN  8.     L.  M. 

Joseph  comforting  his  Brethren.  Gen\.2Q.  JRom.v.lQ.  Joh.xiiA7 

1  oMOTE  to  the  heart,  by  conscious  guilt 
Of  wrong  intended  Joseph's  blood, 

His  trembling  brethren  sue  for  peace, 
And  dread  chastisement's  iron  rod. 

2  Though  evil  they — yet  Joseph  good, 
Comforts,  speaks  kind,  wipes  off  their  tears  j 
And  standing  as  the  type  of  God, 
Removes  each  doubt-— and  calms  all  fears. 

3  Thus  does  the  soul  of  sinful  man, 
Heap  indignation,  anguish,  wrath  ; 
Till  heav'n's  own  purpose  in  the  plan, 
Gleams  mercy  round  his  clouded  path. 

4  Lord  thou  art  good — supremely  good  I 
No  condemnation  comes  from  thee  : 
When  enemies  redeem' d  by  blood  ; 
Much  more,  thy  life  shall  set  us  free. 


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HYMN  9.      P.  M. 

Noah  ;  or  the  Covenant  of  the  Bow.     Gen.  ix.  13.   Bzei.  i.  2S. 
Rev.  x.  1.  xi.  15. 

1    JLiET  nations  who  tremble  in  fear  of  a  flood, 
Look  up  to  the  cloud,  see  the  bow  of  their  God, 
And  resting  in  peace,  on  the  promise  divine, 
Remember  'twas  made,  for  the  ages  of  time  : 

9  Then  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  translating  the  bow, 
From  thence  to  his  head,  and  descending  below, 
Shall  finish  the  myst'ry  that  mercy  began, 
Blest  fulness  of  grace  and  salvation  for  man. 

3  Hail  Alpha,  Omega,  the  first  and  the  last  I 
Thy  purposes  future,  the  present,  and  past, 
All  centre  in  one— .'trs  thy  crown  on  the  throne, 
That  the  kingdoms  of  earth,  become,  Lord,  thy  own 

4  Oh,  Jesus,  Imman'el  the  rainbow  display  I 
Thy  arch,  as  the  Master,  mid  mansions  of  day, 
Extend  from  the  east,  to  the  night  of  the  west, 
And  closing  of  time,  give  thy  labourers  rest. 

HYMN  10.     P.  M. 

Praise.     Psa.  clxv.  2.  cl.  6.     Heb.  xiii.  J  J 

J    JLlVIXG  spirits  !  flames  of  fire  ! 
Leaders  of  the  immortal  choir, 
Fill  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns  above, 
Full  of  praise,  as  full  of  love. 

2  Ancients  !  Elders  !  cry  aloud, 
Worthy  thou  the  Saviour  God. 
Thrones,  dominions,  angels,  join  ! 
Glory,  glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 

3  Church  first  born  !  first  fruits  1  proclaim 
Honour  to  Emmanuel's  name, 

Nations  !  kindreds  !  countless  tongues  ! 
Offer  Christ  your  noblest  songs, 
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4  Holy,  holy,  holy,  cry  ; 

Heav'n,  and  earth,  and  sea  reply. 
Trump  of  God  !  repeat  the  strain. 
God  with  us  !  pronounce  Amen. 

HYMN  11.     L.  M. 

Aaron's  Rod.     Numb.  xvii.  2,  5,  8.     Psal.  xxiii.  4 

1  oEE,  Isr'el's  tribes  brought  near  to  God  ; 
And  ev'ry  prince  present  his  rod  : 
Whilst  one  alone  with  blossoms  blooms, 
And  sheds  the  almond's  rich  perfumes. 

2  'Twas  his,  the  type  of  him  divine, 
Whom  thou,  O  Lord,  hast  chose  as  thine  ; 
The  man,  the  priest,  the  stem,  the  root, 
Who  bears  for  us  immortal  fruit. 

3  Jesus,  High  Priest  of  good  to  come  i 
Thy  rod,  thy  staff,  shall  guide  us  home  : 
Through  death's  dark  vale,  we'll  trust  its  pow'r, 
Nor  fear  a  shadow's  shaded  hour. 

HYMN  12.     L.  M. 

Cloud  and  Pillar  of  Fire.     Ex.  xl.  38.  Numb.  ix.  22.  Isa.  xv.  7 

1  XjONG,  as  the  dark'ning  cloud  abode, 
So  long  did  ancient  Isr'el  rest  : 

Nor  mov'd  they,  till  the  guiding  God, 
In  brighter  garments  stood  confest. 

2  Father  of  spirits  !  light  of  light  ! 
lift  up  the  cloud,  and  rend  the  vail  : 
Shine  forth  in  fire  amid  that  night, 
Whose  blackness  makes  the  heart  to  fair, 

3  'Tis  done  !  to  Christ  the  pow'r  is  giv'n  : 
His  death — it  rent  the  vail  away. 

Our  great  forerunner  enters  heav'n, 
And  opes  th'  eternal  gates  of  day. 


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4  Nor  shall  those  mists  that  brood  o'er  time, 
Forever  blind  the  mental  eye  ; 

They  backward  roll,  and  light  sublime, 
Beams  glory  from  the  God  on  high. 

5  Adoring  nations  hail  his  dawn, 

All  kingdoms  bless  the  noontide  beam, 
And  light  unfolding  life's  full  morn, 
Is  vast  creation's  deathless  theme. 

HYMN  13.      L.  M. 

First  Fruits.     Lev.  ii.  12. 1  Cor.  xv.  20.  Jas.  i.  18.  Rev.  xiv.  4.  vii  9 

1  BEHOLD  !  the  grain  of  wheat  that  dies 
Yet  lives  in  nature's  womb  ; 

Matur'd  by  death,  to  life  arise, 
A  type  of  things  to  come. 

2  This  Isr'el  saw  in  ancient  days, 
When  dedicate  to  heav'n, 

The  first  ripe  sheaf,  with  songs  of  praise, 
To  God,  their  God,  was  given  : 

3  Here  dwelt  their  hopes  for  time  to  come, 
That  he  who  blest  that  fruit, 

Would  bring  the  future  harvest  home. 
A  harvest  like  the  root. 

4  Hail  !  first  begotten  from  the  dead  ; 
The  church  first  born  are  thine — 
Thine  at  thy  coming.     Then  the  head. 
The  head  of  man  divine. 

j  (Lord  of  a  harvest  yet  to  come) 
The  rest  of  earth  shall  reap  ; 
And  gath'ring  his  unnumber'd  home, 
One  feast  forever  keep. 

HYMN  14.      C.  M. 

Shew  Bread.     Exod.  xxv.  30.  ICor.  x.  17.  John  vi,  52. 
1  HOW  rich  the  types  of  future  grace, 
Which  thro'  the  law  are  spread  ! 


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Aloud  they  preach  th'  eternal  Son, 
The  true,  the  living  bread. 

2  From  day  to  day  till  Jesus  came, 

His  mystick  form  was  shown  ; 
Where  all  distinctions  lost  to  view, 
Of  many  made  but  one. 

3  In  him,  nor  Jew  nor  Gentile's  found, 

Christ's  body  forms  one  bread, 
And  all  the  dirf'rent  grains  of  wheat 
Are  one,  in  Christ  the  head. 

HYMN  15.      P.M. 

Comforter  of  all  that  mourn.  Is.  lxi.  1--3.  Jer.  xxxi.13.  i?euxxi.4= 

1  J  ESUS,  comforter  divine  ! 
Consolations,  Lord,  are  thine  ; 
Mightiest  comforts,  full  of  good, 
Worthy  of  the  living  God. 

2  Thou  shalt  wipe  all  tears  away, 
Mid  the  blessed  realms  of  day  ; 
Thou  shalt  hush  each  rising  sigh  ; 
Sorrow,  pain,  and  death,  shall  die. 

3  Highest  praises  wait  thy  name, 
Great  unchanging,  glorious  same  ; 
Jesus,  comforter  divine  ! 
Praises,  praises,  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  16.      C.  M. 

Counsellor.      Isa.  xi.  2.     Zee.  vi.  12,  13, 

1  XiAIL,  Counsellor  of  peace,  good  will  ! 
Glorious  for  God  and  man  ; 

Thee  we  adore,  on  Zion's  hill, 
And  bless  thy  gracious  plan. 

2  Faithful  and  true  in  ev'ry  word, 
Thy  counsel  wrote  in  blood, 

Brings  home  the  banish'd,  to  the  Lord, 
And  makes  their  peace  with  God. 


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3  Jesus  !  can  time,  can  life  repay, 

The  mighty  debt  of  love  ? 

Ah  !  no. — Then  sound,ye  harps  of  day, 

And  shout  his  name  above. 

HYMN  17.     L.  M. 

Father,     Isa.  lxiii.  16.  Psa.  ciii.  22.  cxlv.  9,  10. 

1  Jr  ATHER  of  Angels  and  of  men, 
Of  nature  and  of  grace,  the  Lord. 
Be  thou  in  one  eternal  strain, 

By  all  thy  various  works  ador'd. 

2  From  heav'n  to  earth,  from  earth  to  heav'n, 
Through  worlds  above  and  worlds  below, 
Thy  boundless  mercies  freely  giv'n, 

In  tides  of  bliss  forever  flow. 

3  Sing,  O  ye  heav'ns  !  burst  into  praise 
Thou  earth,  and  let  the  anthem  roll, 
Till   rocks  and  tombs  shall  hear  the  lays, 
And  light  and  life  embrace  the  whole. 

HYNN  18.     L.  M. 

Mighty  God.     Isai.  xl.  10.  Lxii.  11.     P*a.  cxviii.  jff, 

1  Jul  AIL,  mighty,  true,  and  living  God, 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days  ; 

Saviour  of  man,  who  shedd'st  thy  blood, 
O  teach  us,  worthily  to  praise. 

2  Cloath'd  with  salvation— clad  in  zeal — 
Arm'd  with  the  vengeance  of  a  God  ; 

That  power,  which  long  had  bruis'd  the  heel. 
Beneath  thy  pierced  feet  was  trod  : 
S  Spoil'd  of  his  goods — the  goods  he  held 
In  chains  of  darkness,  guile,  and  fraud  ; 
The  nature  which  by  him  rebell'd, 
Now  forms  thy  great,  thy  just  reward. 


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4  Who  shall  hold  back  the  Saviour's  prey  ? 
Or  keep  the  captives  of  his  blood  ? 
Not  earth,  nor  hell.     More  strong  than  they, 
Christ  conquers  as  the  mighty  God. 

HYMN  19.     CM. 

Prince  of  Peace.     Isa.  ix.  6.  xxvii.  5.     Nah.  i.  15, 

1  J  ESUS,  thou  Prince,  thou  King  of  Peace, 

And  King  of  glory  too  ; 
O  be  thy  blessed  name  ador'd, 
By  Gentile  and  by  Jew. 

2  For  Isr'el's  tribes — for  us,  O  Lord, 

Eternal  peace  is  made. 
Our  pardon's  seal'd — 'tis  seal'd  with  blood. 
The  blood  of  Christ,  our  head  : 

3  Nor  ours  alone — the  Head  of  man, 

Of  ev'ry  man,  art  thou  : 
For  ev.'ry,  man  'twas  thine  to  die  ; 
The  world  to  thee  shall  bow. 

HYMN  20.     CM. 

Zeal  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts.     Isa.  ix.  7.  lxiii.  4,5. 

1  JuE  AL  of  the  Lord  of  hosts  !  thy  zeal 

Zealous  to  finish  sin, 
Shall  of  transgression  make  an  end, 
And  righteousness  bring  in. 

2  Yes  !  righteousness  divine,  complete, 

The  righteousness  of  God, 
Imputed  to  the  guilty  soul, 
By  faith  in  Jesus'  blood, 

3  And  will  that  God  who  gave  his  son, 

Refuse  this  faith  to  give  ? 
Sure,  no. — It  cannot,  cannot  be— 
Man  shall  believe  and  live. 


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HYMN  21.     L.M. 

Achor's  Vale,  a  Door  of  Hope.    Josh.  vi.  26.  Hos.  ii.  15,  1& 

1  JT  ROM  tribulation's  gloomy  vale, 
Where  Jesus  bow'd,  where  Jesus  bled, 
The  suff'ring,  conq'ring  Lamb  of  God, 
Shall  lift  on  high,  his  glorious  head. 

2  For  rebel  man,  the  Saviour  died  : 
For  man,  he  burst  thevocky  tomb  ; 
And  opes,  by  death,  a  door  of  hope, 
That  enters  on  the  world  to  come. 

3  The  bow,  the  sword,  the  sting  of  death, 
Christ  Jesus'  death  has  took  away  ; 
And  Achor's  vale,  this  vale  of  tears, 
Now  beams  with  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  22.      L.  M. 

Balaam's  Prophecy  ;   or  the  Star   of  Jacob.     Numb.  xxiv.  17 
xxiii.  20,  21.     Rom.  iii.  29. 

1  A  HE  son  of  Beor's  op'ning  eyes, 
Mid  visions  of  unfolding  skies, 
Beholds  the  promis'd  day  afar, 
The  day  of  Jacob's  rising  star. 

2  He  saw — believ'd  the  God  on  high, 
Nor  dar'd  that  people  to  defy, 

In  whom,  as  members  pure  and  clean, 
Iniquity  is  never  seen. 

3  Hath  Isr'el  righteousness  alone  ? 
Are  not  the  Gentiles,  Lord,  thy  own  ? 
What  saith  the  word  ?  "  All  souls  are  mine." 
Thy  words  are  true  ;  the  world  is  thine. 

HYMN  23.      P.  M. 

Characters  of  Christ  ;  from  the  Prophets, 

1  "  Op'NER  of  the  blinded  eyes  !" 
Mid  the  ni  »ht  of  death  arise. 


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"  Binder  of  the  broken  heart  !•' 
Balsam  to  the  soul  impart. 

2  "Giver  of  the  oil  of  joy  !" 
Mourning  from  the  earth  destroy. 
"  Raiser  up  of  Jacob's  race  !" 
Save  the  world  of  man,  by  grace. 

3  "  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  just !" 
On  thine  arm  shall  nations  trust. 

"  Gath'rer  of  the  outcasts  fiome  1" 
In  Salvation's  chariots,  come. 
4t  "  Lib'ral  soul,  devising  good  !" 
Sinners  wash  in  thy  own  blood. 
"  Taker  of  the  vail  away  !" 
Lead  us  to  eternal  day. 

5  "  Man  of  sorrows,  man  of  grief  !** 
May  thy  wounds  impart  relief. 

"  Leader,  witness,  cov'nant  God  1" 
Rule  the  world  with  mercy's  rod. 

6  "  Op'ner  of  the  prison  door  !" 
Captives  to  thy  light  restore. 
"Judge,  Lawgiver,  King  of  men  !" 
Come,  in  glory,  come  again. 


HYMN  24.      L.  M. 

David,  the  Keeper  of  his   Father's  Sheep.     1  Sam.  xxxiv.  So. 
John  x.  10,  28. 

1  As  David  kept  his  father's  flock, 
The  lion  bare  one  lamb  away  : 

In  wrath  he  rose,  the  monster  smote  ; 
And  his  right  arm  redeem'd  the  prey. 

2  Jesus,  a  greater  shepherd  far, 
The  roaring  lion  rends  in  twain  ; 
Plucks  from  his  jaws  each  captive  lamb, 
And  brings  them  to  the  fold  again. 


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3  One  Lord  there  is — and  one  the  fold  ; 
All  nations  form  this  shepherd's  sheep  : 
The  conqu'ring  Lord,  the  living  God, 
Faithful  and  true  his  fold  shall  keep. 

HYMN  25.      P.  M. 

Names  appropriate  to  Jesus.     Collected  from  Isaiah. 

1  "  HOLY,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  I" 
By  the  Seraphim  ador'd  ; 

May  thy  fulness  fill  the  earth  ; 
Send  salvation  boundless  forth. 

2  "  Stem  of  Jesse  !  branch  of  God  1" 
Spread  thy  glorious  self  abroad  ; 
North  and  south,  and  east  and  west, 
Gather  thou,  in  thee,  to  rest. 

3  "  Rock  of  strength,  for  man  made  strong  ! 
Praises,  Lord,  to  thee  belong  ; 

This  foundation  cannot  fail  ; 
Nor  shall  hell  itself  prevail. 

4  "  Mighty  God,  complete  to  save  ! 
Thine  the  triumph  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Death  to  thee  resigns  the  prey  ; 
Thou  hast  took  his  pow'r  away. 

5  "  Rest  wherewith  the  weary  rest  !" 
Be  thy  name,  forever  blest. 

"  Healer  of  thy  people's  wound  1" 
Live,  with  honour,  glory  crown'd. 

HYMN  26.      L.  M. 

Samson's  Death.     Judg.  xvi.  29,  30.   2  Cor.  v.  14 

1    STRONGER  in  death,  than  erst  in  life, 
Samson,  the  conq'ror,  bows  his  head  ; 
The  pillars  shake,  the  house  o'erturns  ; 
His  enemies,  himself,  are  dead. 


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2  More  glorious  far  is  Jesus  seen  ; 
For  enemies  the  Saviour  dies  ; 

Death  and  the  grave,  his  death  subdues  ; 
And  man  redeem'd,  with  him  shall  rise. 

3  Lord,  of  the  living  and  the  dead, 

Who  dying  conquer'd  death's  dread  pow'r  ; 
We  celebrate  that  awful  day, 
And  hail  thy  resurrection  hour. 

HYMN  27.     C.  M. 

Glad  Tidings  of  great  Joy.      Luke  i.  19.     Isa.  xl.  9.  lii.  T. 

1  x  H'  Almighty  spake,  and  Gabr'el  sped 
Upborne  on  wings  of  light ; 
Jehovah's  glory  round  him  spread, 
Ana  chang'd  to  day,  the  night. 

2  Swift  down  to  earth  th'  Archangel  flew 
From  God's  eternal  throne  ; 

His  shining  robe  of  rainbow  hue, 
The  stars,  moon,  sun  outshone. 

3  One  note  of  peace  was  heard  on  high  ; 
Glad  tidings  roll'd  around  : 

Ten  thousand  thousand  left  the  sky, 
To  catch  Salvation's  sound. 

4  Shout,  shout  for  joy— rejoice,  O  earth  : 
Hail,  hail  this  glorious  morn  ; 
Rejoice  !  rejoice,  in  Jesus'  birth, 

To  day  are  nations  born. 

5  From  Zion's  hill  to  worlds  above, 
Re-echo'd  back  the  strain  ; 

And  golden  harps  attun'd  to  love, 
Thus  swept  Ephratah's  plain. 

6  He  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Saviour  God- 
Good  will,  peace,  joy  for  men, 

Glad  tidings  shout  to  all  abroad. 
So  be  it,  Lord — Amen. 


HYMN  28.      S.  M. 

Presentation  in  the  Temple.     Lakt  ii.  22.     Colon,  i.  15. 

A.LL  hail,  thou  great  First-Born, 

The  holy  Head  of  man  ! 
"What  floods  of  grace  roll  on  to  view, 

In  mercy's  glorious  plan  ! 

Thy  fulness  mankind  are  : 

The  temple,  Lord,  art  thou  : 
Thy  body  comprehends  the  whole 

Of  Adam's  tribes  below. 

In  thee,  presented  pure 

Before  the  throne  of  God, 
All  nations  there  are  made  anew. 

Of  one  life-giving  blood. 

First-Born  of  heav'n,  of  earth, 

Of  ev'ry  creature,  hail  ! 
Born  to  redeem  from  death  and  hell, 

Thy  purpose  cannot  fail. 

The  skies  may  waste  in  flame  ; 

All  systems  melt  away  ; 
The  sun  himself  turn  black  as  night  ; 

And  earth  be  lost  to  day  : 

But  thou  shalt  still  remain, 

Th'  unchanging,  Saviour  God  ; 
And,  as  eternal  ages  roll, 

Thy  name  shall  be  ador'd. 

HYMN  29.      S.  M. 

Baptism  in  Jordan.     Matt.  iii.  13—15.     Jer.  xlix.  19. 

As  Jordan  rolls  his  wave 
Around  Christ  Jesus'  head, 
Methinks  I  see  the  Saviour's  grave, 
And  Christ  among  the  dead. 


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2  Shall  death  confine  the  Lord  ? 
Or  hold  the  King  of  men  ? 

He  bursts  the  tomb,  he  quits  the  grave. 
And  opes  the  tyrant's  den. 

3  All  glorious,  see  him  rise 
Triumphant  o'er  his  foes  : 

Against  the  dwelling  of  the  strong 
Ariel,  Jesus  goes. 

4  Hail,  Judah's  lion,  hail  ! 
The  vict'ry,  Lord,  is  thine  : 

And  death  subdu'd — and  hell  itself 
The  prey  to  thee  resign. 

5  O,  for  a  song  of  praise, 
Immortal  as  thy  fame  : 

But  heav'n  in  solemn  silence  kneels 
Before  the  Almighty  Lamb. 

HYMN  30.     S.  M. 

Temptation  in  the  Wilderness.     Mark  i.  12, 13.     Lv.ke'iv.  1.2 

J       _F  OR  forty  mystic  days, 

Unknown  to  man  their  length, 
Thy  foe,  the  foe  of  God  with  man. 
Exerted  all  his  strength. 

2  No  finite  mind  can  tell, 

The  conflicts  of  those  hours  : 
Nor  ought  but  infinite  conceive 
Of  Satan's  wily  pow'rs. 

3  Was  it  to  wreath  thy  brow 

With  vict'ry's  bright'ning  wreath  ? 
To  give  thyself  a  royal  crown 

That  thus  thou  fought'st  with  death  ? 

4  No — surely  no.— .For  man 
The  combat  was  begun— 

For  man  'twas  finish'd — 'tis  complete—- 
For  man  the  battle's  won. 


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5       Eternal  praise  await, 

Thy  glorious,  blessed  name  ; 
Thou  Cuptain  of  Salvation's  hosts, 
All  suffering,  conq'ring  Lamb. 

HYMN  31.     S.  M. 

Preaching  of  glad  Tidings.     Luke  iv.  17,  1 8,  19.  Matt.  iv.  23 

\       O  Christ,  what  gracious  words, 

Are  ever,  ever  thine  ; 
Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 

And  life  and  peace  divine. 
2      Good,  everlasting  good, 

Glad  tidings  full  of  joy, 
Flow  from  thy  lips,  the  lips  of  truth, 

And  flow  without  alloy. 

The  broken  heart,  the  poor, 

The  bruis'd,  the  deaf,  the  blind  ; 
The  dumb,  the  dead,  the  captive  wretch) 

In  thee  compassion  find. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  speed  the  day, 
The  promis'd  day  of  grace, 

To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf, 
The  dead  of  Adam's  race. 

5  One  song  shall  then  employ 
The  blessed,  blessing  whole  ; 

\nd  human  nature  shout  thy  name, 
The  life  of  every  soul. 

HYMN  32.     S.  M. 

Miracles  of  Christ.     Mat.  iii.  24, 25.  xiv.  34—36,  Luke  iv.  40,41. 

1       «J  ESUS,  we  bless  thy  pow'r  j 
Thy  grace,  we  honour  more  ; 
Such  love  as  thine,  it  must  subdue: 
To  worship,  love;  adore , 

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2  The  blind,  the  dumb,  the  deaf 
A  word)  a  touch  relieves  ; 

The  wither'd  arm,  at  thy  command 
New  strength,  O  Lord,  receives. 

3  Lepers,  who  long  had  groan 'd 
Beneath  the  weight  of  pain  ; 

The  palsied  limbs — the  dying— dead — 
Are  all  made  whole  again. 

4  Legions  of  hell,  obey 

Thy  dread,  almighty  word  ; 
And  Jew  and  Gentile  dispossess'd, 
Give  glory  to  the  Lord. 

5  Come,  great  Physician,  come  ; 
In  spirit,  Christ,  display 

Thy  healing,  cleansing,  gracious  pow'rs, 
And  take  ev'n  death  away. 

HYMN  33.     P.  M. 

Transfiguration  on  Mount  Tabor.      Matt.  xvii.  2.  Mark  ix. 
Luke  ix.  29.  Philip  iii.  21. 

1  A.S  Jesus  stood  on  Tabor's  mound, 
Celestial  glory  beam'd  around, 
And  cloth'd  the  man,  the  God, 

In  lucid  robes  of  spotless  white  ; 
Whilst  splendors  of  primeval  light, 
Loos'd  day's  unbounded  flood. 

2  More  pure  than  Salmon's  fleecy  snow, 
His  whit'ning  garments  radiant  flow  : 
How  chang'd  his  mortal  form  ! 
Thus  breaks  the  sun  all  glorious  forth, 
And  sev'n  fold  light  revisits  earth, 

As  dies  away  the  storm. 

3  Behold  the  man  !  what  beauties  shine  I 
'Tis  there  the  Father  beams  divine 
With  light,  and  life,  and  grace  : 
Those  glories  which  surround  the  God? 
His  mighty  arm  shall  pour  abroad 

On  Adam's  naked  race, 


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4  Lord,  Jesus,  come  !  From  Tabor's  mound, 
Light  the  whole  earth  with  glory  round  : 
Thyself,  the  life,  display  : 
These  bodies  change  to  heav'nly  forms  : 

0  God  !  my  soul,  my  spirit  warms  : 

1  pant,  to  see  thy  day. 

HYMN  34.      S.  M. 

Advocate,  if  any  Man  sin.     1  John  ii.  1.  Mk.  vii.  18,  19, 

1  JESUS,  before  thy  throne, 
We  bow  with  filial  awe, 

And  our  transgressions  humbly  own 
As  sins  against  thy  law. 

2  Where,  whither  shall  we  fly  ? 
How  'scape  from  wrath  divine  ? 

O  be  our  Advocate  on  high, 

And  claim  us,  Lord,  as  thine. 

Plead  thy  dear  wounds,  rich  blood, 

Thy  agony,  and  sweat  ; 
The  mighty  ransom  of  the  God, 

Who  paid  the  sinner's  debt. 

4  Nor  ask  we  this,  thy  grace, 
For  our  vile  selves  alone  ; 

The  whole  of  Adam's  guilty  race 
Are,  Lord,  thy  purchas'd  own. 

5  Hence  all  the  shields  of  earth, 
Shall  sound  thy  name  abroad  ; 

And  shout  in  loudest  strains  of  praise, 
The  ever  saving  God. 

HYMN  35.     S.  M. 

Mediator  of  a  better  Covenant.     Hcb.  vii.  6—13. 

1        1  HY  covenant,  O  Lord, 
In  all  things  order'd  sure. 


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And  founded  on  a  stedfast  hopey 

Forever  shall  endure. 

The  word  is  giv'n,  "  I  will  :" 

And  who  shall  let  thy  hand  ? 
The  purpose  of  eternal  grace, 

It  must  establish'd  stand. 

Israel  shall  know  the  Lord. 

The  Gentiles  trust  in  thee. 
And  nations,  kindreds,  peoples,  tongues, 

The  great  salvation  see. 

Thy  grace,  thy  mercy,  truth, 

Demand  the  grateful  song  ; 
Let  earth  begin  the  blessed  theme, 

And  heav'n  the  strain  prolong. 


HYMN  36.     C.  M. 

Mediator  of  the  New  Testament.     Heb.  ix.  15—17.  1  Tim.  ii 
5,  6.  Heb.  ii.  15. 

1  ALL  gracious  Lord,  we  sing  thy  love, 

A  love  more  strong  than  death  : 
The  testament  divine  was  seal'd? 
With  thy  expiring  breath. 

2  Hail,  Mediator,  Saviour,  hail  ! 

We  bless  the  ransom  giv'n  ; 

For  us,  for  all,  was  freely  paid, 

The  richest  blood  of  heav'n. 

3  By  thee,  O  Christ,  from  death  redeemed. 

Thy  blood  must  sure  prevail  ; 
Nor  death  in  bondage  to  the  foe, 
Shall  cause  our  life  to  fail. 

4  Wake  then  a  song,  the  noblest  song — 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice, 
The  dead  shall  live — the  graves  shall  hear 
Salvation  in  thy  voice. 


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HYMN  37.     P.  M. 

Jesus  intheGarden  ofGetliscmane.  jWaf.xxvi.36-45.  Lu.wuACr 

)    J  ESUS,  bow'd  down  by  mighty  woe, 
Unftdt,  unknown,  to  all  below, 
Except  the  Son  of  God  ; 
In  agonistic  pangs  of  soul, 
Drinks  deep  from  wormwood's  bitt'rest  bowl, 
And  sweats  great  drops  of  blood. 

2  See,  his  disciples  slumb'ring  round  ; 
Nor  pitying  friend  on  earth  is  found  ; 
He  treads  the  press  alone  : 

In  vain  to  Heav'n  he  turns  his  eyes  ; 
No  pardon  waits  him  from  the  skies  ; 
His  death  it  must  atone. 

3  «  O  Father  hear  !   this  cup  remove- 
Save  thou  the  darling  of  thy  love, 
(The  prostrate  victim  said) 

Yet  not  my  will  but  thine  be  done, 
Should  that  extend  to  count  thy  son, 
Amid  the  sleeping  dead." 

4  His  earnest  prayers,  his  deep'ning  groans, 
Were  heard  before  angelic  thrones  : 
Amazement  wrapt  the  sky. 

"  Go  strengthen  Christ,"  Jehovah  said  ; 
TV  astonish'd  Seraph    bow'd  his  head, 
And  left  the  realms  on  high. 

5  Made  strong  in  strength  renew'd  from  heav'n, 
Jesus  receives  the  cup  as  giv'n  ; 

Submiss,  resign'd  in  all, 
He  drinks  ; — nor  leaves  a  dreg  behind  ; 
And  bears  away  from  human  kind, 
The  wormwood  mix'd  with  gall. 

HYMN  38.     L.  M. 

The  Sword  bathed  in  Heaven.    Zee.  xiii.  7,  6.  John  xix.16—18. 
1    WAKE  thou,  my  sword  !  Jehovah  said, 
It  woke,  obey'd  the  high  command  ; 


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And  bath'd  in  blood  on  Jesus*  head, 
Smote  down  the  Man  of  God's  right  hand. 

2  Why  leap'd  the  blade  from  mercy's  she:ith  ? 
Why  wrapt  for  slaughter  gleam'd  the  sword, 
That  kills — and  makes  alive  from  death  ? 
What  rouz'd  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord  ? 

3  Stern  justice  drew  the  weapon  forth  : 
Soft  mercy  aim'd  the  mortal  blow  : 
Then  judgment  past  on  all  the  earth  : 
Now,  truth  a  seal'd  release  can  show. 

4  All  hail  !  great  plan  of  plans  divine  ! 
First  counsels  of  the  mighty  God  ! 
Before  all  worlds  this  one  design, 
Was  grav'd  on  archives,  writ  in  blood. 

5  The  heav'ns  may  perish— earth  decay  'r 
Suns  turn  to  night — and  moons  wax  pale  i 
Th'  Almighty  love  of  Calv'ry's  dry  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  can  never  fail. 

6  What  he  began,  ere  time  begun, 
Eternity  shall  but  complete  ; 
Nor  hell  in  arms  against  the  Son, 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  defeat. 

HYMN  39.     P.  M. 

The  last  Resurrection.     Ban.  ix.  10,  11.  Rev.  xx.  11, 12.    Tsa 
xxv.  7,  8.     1  Cor.  xv.  52—54. 

1  A  HE  Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Enthron'd  in  light's  celestial  blaze, 
With  shouting  thousands  comes. 
The  archangelick  trump  is  blown, 

A  voice  is  heard  from  glory's  throne. 
The  spirit  breathes  on  ev'ry  bone  ; 
And  rends  the  cleaving  tombs. 

2  Now  comes  the  end — the  end  divine—. 
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To  Christ  who  holds  the  keys. 

The  judgment  sits — the  books  unfold— 

The  actions  of  a  world  they  hold  ; 

And  there  Omniscience  has  enroll'd 

Mysterious,  high  decrees. 
)  These  books  are  clos'd. — Then  opens  wide 

The  book  of  life — His  book  who  died 

For  all  : — who  rose  again  : 

The  writing  in  Immanuel's  blood, 

The  signet  of  the  wine  press  trod, 

Prevails  for  guilty  man,  with  God  : 

A  world  rewards  his  pains. 
4  Salvation  to  the  Lamb  on  high, 

Salvation  is  the  mighty  cry. 

The  glorious  work  is  done. 

Tears,  sorrow,  death,  and  anguish  dire; 

Like  visions  of  the  night  retire  ; 

And  ecstacy  awakes  the  lyre, 

To  Father,  Spirit,  Son  I 


HYMN  40.      P.  M. 

Judgment  brought  forth  unto   Victory.      1  Chron.  xvi.   32,  33. 
Matt.  xii.  18—21.    Est  viii.  4— S. 

1  IjO  !  the  man  of  God  appointed, 
Judge  of  quick  and  judge  of  dead. 
Mid  his  Father's  throne  exalted, 
High  in  glory  lifts  the  head. 

Shout  triumphant,  sing  rejoicing,  shout  triumphant, 
'Tis  the  Son,  the  Son  of  Man. 

2  He's  the  biinger  forth  of  judgment, 
Judgment  bas'd  on  truth  divine  : 
See,  before  the  bar  arraigned, 
Death  and  hell  their  pow'rs  resign. 

Ransom'd  thousands,  happy  myriads,  rising  nations, 
Sound  th'  Almighty  Saviour's  name. 


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3  Where  is  sin,  and  death,  and  Satan  ? 
Triumph  they  ?  or  triumphs  God  ? 
Sin,  and  death,  and  hell  subdued, 
P'eei  the  Monarch's  iron  rod. 

Whilst  the  nature,  human  nature,  Christ  assumed, 
Is  by  him  redeem'd  and  sav'd. 

4  Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  Most  High  : 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Worlds  below  and  worlds  on  high 

Shout  Redemption !  cry  Salvation !  praise  the  Saviour ! 
Praise,  O  praise  ye  Him — Amen. 

HYMN  41.     P.  M. 

The  Sounding  of  the  Seventh  Trumpet.     J?ev.x.7, 15.  Efih.l  8, 

1  JH.AIL  !  the  last,  the  mighty  Angel, 
Cloth'd  upon  with  clouds  of  heav'n, 
Round  his  head  the  rainbow  beaming, 
Peaceful  sign  of  sin  forgiv'n. 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  • 
Lo  !  he  comes  !  he  comes  !  he  comes  ! 

2  See  the  heav'ns  beneath  him  bowing  ; 
What  the  tidings  which  he  brings  ? 
Who's  this  glorious  One  descending  ? 
'Tis  the  King,  the  King  of  Kings. 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome  !  Welcome  !  Saviour  God  ! 

3  Hear  the  trumpet  ! — Hark,  it  soundeth  I 
'Tis  the  trump  of  God  most  High. 
Now  the  myst'ry  is  completed  : 
Mighty  voices  of  the  sky, 

Shout  the  kingdoms !  hallelujah  1  shout  the  kingdoms ! 
Gather'd  home  to  God  in  Christ. 

4  Spirits  !  Angels  !  Elders  !  Creatures  ! 
Fall  before  the  Man  divine  ! 


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Glory,  honour,  pow'r,  and  blessing, 
Riches,  strength,  and  might  are  thine 
Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  1  Hallelujah  ! 
Hallelujah  !  Lord  1  Amen  ! 

HYMN  42.     L.  M. 

Alpha  and  Omega.     Rev.  i.  11,  17.  Isa.  xli.  4. 

1  -H-AIL,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  ! 
Thou  great  beginning,  glorious  end  ! 
From  first  to  last,  from  last  to  first, 
God,  Father,  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend. 

2  No  change  of  will,  nor  lapse  of  pow'r, 
Shall  alter  or  impede  thy  plan  : 
One  grand,  consistent,  perfect  whole 
Is  thine,  thou  Head  of  ev'ry  man. 

°>  Ere  morning  stars,  creation  sang, 
TV  eternal  purpose  was  complete  ; 
Nor  can  the  idle  whirl  of  time 
Thy  everlasting  Love  defeat. 

HYMN  43.     L.  M. 

Amen.      Rev.  iii.  14.     1  Cor.  i.  20, 

1  FAITHFUL  and  true,  the  Man  divine 
On  ev'ry  promise  stamps  Amen. 

Nor  e'er  shall  fail  a  single  line, 
Engrav'd  by  love's  eternal  pen. 

2  «  Let  man  be  sav'd" — the  Father  said  : 
"  So  be  it" — Jesus,  Jesus  cried  : 

Nay  more,  the  Saviour  bow'd  his  head  ; 
That  man  might  live,  Christ  Jesus  died. 

3  Amen  of  God  !  Amen  of  man  ! 
Beginning  !  Author  !  final  End  ! 
High  praise  await  Salvation's  plan, 
There  one  Amen  for  all  is  pen'd, 

Hh 


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HYMN  44.     S.  M. 


Baptiser  with  the   Holy  Spirit  and   with  Fire^  Matt.  iii.  11. 
Isa.  vi.  6,  7.     2  Chron.  vii.  3.     .4cte  ii.  3. 

1  JESUS,  in  ancient  clays, 
Thine  Isr'el  saw  the  flame 

From  heav'n  descend,  to  visit  earth, 
And  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

2  Give  us  to  join  their  song, 
To  hail  thee,  ever  good  : 

And  mid  the  fire,  may  we  adore, 
Th'  unchanging,  gracious  God. 

3  Thy  fan,  shall  purge  the  floor  : 
Thy  fire,  the  chaff  destroy  : 

And  gath'ring  of  the  cleansed  wheat. 
Thy  sheaves  shall  sing  for  joy. 

HYMN  45.      L.  M. 

Brother.     Prov.  xvii.  17.    Htb.  ii.  17- 

1  X*  IRST  born  of  many  brethren,  Thou 
That  didst  expire  on  Calv'ry's  brow, 
Thine  are  the  triumphs,  Thee  we  hail  ! 
Thy  life,  thy  death,  of  what  avail  ! 

2  Fulfil,  O  Lord,  a  brother's  part  ; 
Bear  us  for  ever  on  thy  heart  ; 
The  many  sons  to  glory  bring  ; 
And  let  the  world  thy  praises  sing. 

HYMN  46.     C.  M. 

Grace  in  Christ,  before  the  World  began.     Tit.  i.  2.  Ephes.  iii 
2. 1  Tint.  i.  9. 

I  *T\VAS  finish'd,  saith  the  faithful  God, 
Before  the  world  itself  began  : 
The  ransom  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
From  everlasting,  flow'd  for  man 


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2  Ere  Satan  dar'd  th'  Eternal  King  , 

Ere  Eden  saw  the  morning  sun  ; 
Ere  Eve  had  fell  the  Serpent's  sting  ; 

Thy  perfect  will,  ()  God,  was  done. 
Before  that  Adam  disobey 'd, 

Himself,  and  all  1  is  sons  were  thine  : 
Those  works,  thy  life,  thy  death  displayed. 

Confirm  eternity's  design. 
4  Jesns  from  earth's  foundation  slain  ! 

Worthy  art  thou,  thrice  worthy,  Lord  I 
To  ever  live,  and  rule,  and  reign, 

By  angels,  and  by  men,  ador'd. 


HYMN  47.     S.  M. 

Seeker  and  Saviour  of  the  Lost.      Luke  xix.  10.  Ezek.  XXxiv. 
11,  12,  15,  16. 

1  J  ESUS,  'tis  thine  to  seek, 
'Tis  thine  to  save  by  grace, 

The  ruin'd,  wand'ring,  lost,  undone5 
Of  Adam's  guilty  race. 

2  No  height,  nor  depth  of  sin, 
Of  wretchedness,  nor  woe, 

Precluded,  Lord,  thy  boundless  love, 
To  helpless  man  below. 

3  Deep  as  our  depths  of  guile, 
Didst  thou,  O  Christ,  descend  ; 

And  lo,  the  prodigal  is  found, 
Of  his  Almighty  friend. 

4  Come,  grateful  sinners,  come, 
The  Seeker,  Saviour,  laud  ; 

Forever  bless  his  gracious  name  ; 
And  praise  the  loving  God. 


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HYMN  48.      S.  M. 

Son  of  Man.     Matt.  xx.  28.    Ban.  vii.  13,  14 

1  AWAKE  my  soul,  arise, 
Review  salvation's  plan  : 

Behold  all  nature's  sov'reign  Lord, 
The  Son,  the  Son  of  Man. 

2  What  need  of  further  proof, 
That  God  is  love  supreme  ? 

Here  goodness,  mercy,  justice,  grace, 
In  full  resplendence  beam. 

3  Will  Jesus  e'er  deny, 
This  title  which  he  wears  ? 

Sure  no — for  mid  his  glorious  throne, 
The  name  of  Man  he  bears. 

4  Then  trust  my  soul,  thy  All, 
To  God,  to  Man,  in  one  : 

And  humbly  wait  the  coming  clay, 
Which  crowns  the  perfect  Son. 

HYMN  49.     L.  M. 

Praise.      Psa.   xviii.  46.   xxxiv.  1. 

1  WORTHY  art  thou,  the  First  of  Days, 
Forever  live,  forever  reign  ; 

All  blessing,  glory,  pow'r  and  praise 
Be  thine,  from  earth's  foundation  slain. 

2  Ye  angels,  bow  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Let  elders  tune  their  harps  aloud, 
And  bending  from  the  radiant  seat, 
Triumphant  spirts  shout  the  God. 

3  Amen,  the  prime  archangel  cries, 
Amen — all  heav'n  returns  Amen  ; 
Worthy  is-  Christ  the  earth  replies, 
And  worlds  repeat  the  glorious  strain. 


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HYMN  50.     P.  M. 

Praise.     Psa.  lxxxvi.  12,  13.  2£xod.  xv.  2,  3. 

i  oHOUT  Jehovah  strong  in  battle, 

Count  the  vict'ries  he  hath  won  ; 

Sing  the  Saviours  mighty  conquests, 

Praise  him,  praise  him,  cry  'tis  done  : 

He  hath  finish'd,  finish'd,  finish'd,  he  hath  finish'cV 

What  his  love  ere  worlds  begun. 
2  Give  to  Jesus  pow'r  and  glory, 

Say,  the  triumph,  Lord,  is  thine  : 

He  hath  took  from  sin  dominion  : 

Death  and  hell  the  prey  resign  : 

Sin  subdued,  death  destroyed,  man  redeemed, 

These  are  glorious  works  divine. 
Z  People,  nations,  tongues  and  kindreds 

Hail,  all  hail  the  mighty  God  : 

Praise  Jehovah  strong  in  battle  : 

Shout  the  garment  roll'd  in  blood. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

High  hosannas  shout  abroad. 


HYMN  51.      L.  M, 

For  a  Dedication. 

x  ERMIT  thy  suppliants,  gracious  Lord 
Again  to  bend  th'  adoring  knee  ; 
And  lend  their  grateful  hearts,  O  God  I 
In  fervent,  solemn  prayer,  to  thee  ; 
2  Send  forth  thy  light,  from  glory's  hill, 
And  cause  salvation's  sun  to  shine  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  from  east  to  \ve£':? 
And  bid  it  speed,  to  earth's  last  line, 
Hh2 


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Thyself,  the  way,  reveal  to  all 
Of  Adam's  race,  the  globe  around  ; 
And  be  thy  love,  in  Jesus  Christ, 
Ador'd,  at  nature's  utmost  bound. 
For  nothing  less,  than  light  and  truth, 
The  reign  of  sin  and  death  can  bound  : 
And  life,  and  love  alone,  can  flood 
The  world,  with  peace  and  joy  around. 
Hear  thou  in  heav'n  !  and  grant  these  prayers 
Then  all  thy  churches  fill'd  with  light, 
And  full  of  truth,  and  love,  and  peace, 
Shall  come  with  songs,  to  Zion's  height. 
Where  light  and  truth  forever  shine  ; 
Where  life  and  love  eternal  reign  ; 
And  angels,  men,  in  rapture,  cry, 
So  be  it,  Lord  !  amen  !  amen  ! 


HYAlN  52.     P.  M. 

For  the  same. 

ETERNAL  God  !  Jehovah  !  Lord  ! 
By  seraphs,  angels,  saints  ador'd  ; 
Who  spake  th'  omnific,  sov'reign  word, 
Which  roll'd  adown  the  depths  of  night  ; 
And  binding  darkness  fast  in  chains, 
Adorn'd  the  mount,  and  cloth'd  the  plains, 
Where  grandeur  dwells,  or  beauty  reigns, 
In  glorious  pomp  of  heav'nly  light. 
Say,  did  thy  word,  thou  great  Sublime  ! 
As  breath'd  by  thee,  on  new-born  time, 
Produce  those  wonders  all  divine, 
That  grow  beneath,  or  flame  above  ; 
Where  light  and  life  rejoicing  roll, 
In  forms  of  bliss,  from  pole  to  pole,. 


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And  loud  proclaim,  to  ev'ry  soul, 
That  thou  art  light,  and  life,  and  love. 
Revive  thy  work,  almighty  Lord  ! 
From  heav'n  sound  forth  th'  omnific  word  ; 
And  man,  O  God,  to  thee  restor'd, 
Shall  live  in  love,  and  walk  in  light  : 
Tho'  now  with  sin  encompass'd  round, 
The  pilgrim  roams  the  void  profound 
Of  mental  death,  with  terrors  crown'd, 
And  awful  shades  of  sev'n  fold  night. 
'Tis  clone  !  'tis  done  !  thy  voice  is  heard  ! 
Thy  Jesus  comes,  th'  omnific  word  ; 
And  lives  and  reigns,  almighty  Lord  ! 
Thy  dying  dead  revive  again  ; 
The  sick,  the  blind,  the  deaf,  the  dumb, 
The  leper  cries,  thy  word  is  come  ; 
And  heav'n  and  earth,  with  trumpet  tongue- 
\nd  angel  hosts,  pronounce  Amen  ! 


TABLE  of  the  FIRST  LINES  of  the  HYMNS. 

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debtor  to  mercy  alone  179 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light  J06 

A  good  High  Priest  is  come  14$ 

All  angels  bless'd  above  258 

All  fulness  in  the  Lamb  we  view  133 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise  164 

All  hail,  eternal  love  330 
All  hail,  incarnate  God  41 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  120 

All  is  hush'd,  the  battle's  o'er  104 

All  things  deliver'd  are  138 

And  can  we  ask  a  better  aid  273 

And  is  this  heav'n,  and  am  I  there  248 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  114 
Arise,  and  hail  the  happy  day  73 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise  229 

As  all  men  once  in  Adam  fell  328 

As  shepherds  in  Jewry  516 
As  showers  on  meadows  newly  mowa  46 

As  we  advance  in  wisdom's  ways  224 
Awake  and  sing  the  song  82 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song  69 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays  171 

Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  his  name  130 

Away  with  our  fears  3 10 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear  205 

Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day  248 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme  214 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  201 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song  119 

Begin  the  high,  celestial  strain  340 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive  78 

Behold  the  God  of  truth  and  might  220 

Behold  the  lofty  skjr  276 

Behold  the  morning  sun  276 

Behold  the  servant  of  the  Lord  334 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb  142 

Behold  that  splendour,  hear  the  shout  163 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  seed  63 

Bless'd  are  the  eyes  that  see  24 

Bless:'d  be  God  for  all  191 

Bless'd  be  the  everlasting  God  174 

Bless'd  be  thy  name,  my  God  and  King  204 

Bless'd  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays  109 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  love  264 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  22 


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Bold  is  the  man  who  dares  to  curse  237 

But  O  what  wonders  rise  237 

B\  grace  we  know,  to  us  it's  clear  137 

Calm,  my  soul,  behold  thy  Saviour  245 

in  promis'd  is  before  52 

Celestial  Father,  Sire  of  man  345 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King-  176 

Christ  our  Head's  gone  up  on  high  111 

Christ's  birth,  and  circumcision  too  324 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  105 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  people  all  112 

Come,  from  the  stately  mansions  rove  230 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  294 

Come  in,  thou  blessed,  honour'd  Lord  265 

Come,  join  with  angel  hosts  to  cry  74 

Gome,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  203 

Come,  O  thou  universal  good  308 

Come,  sing  h;s  praise,  all  nature  rise  257 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast  309 

Come,  serve  the  Lord  with  love  and  joy  261 

G         .  thou  long-expected  Jesus  31 

Come,  though  we  can  truly  sing  125 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  190 

C<  me,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet  183 

Come,  ye  lovers  of  the  Lamb  13 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  293 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  L>rd,  rejoice  246 

Come,  Zion's  daughter,  shout  and  sing  255 

Comfort  ye  my,  comfort  ye  my  319 

Could  I  of  all  perfection  boast  46 

Crj     loud  is  the  command  327 

Darkness  pervades  the  mind  231 

Dead  to  the  world,  to  flesh  and  sense  329 

Deares*-  Jesus,  though  unseen  320 

Dear  Lamb,  thy  humbled  state  we  sing  85 

Dear  Lord,  how  have  thy  creatures  err'd  242 

Dear  Shepherd,  see  thy  flock  here  met  183 

Death,  thou  art  welcome  to  my  arms  232 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  86 

Disciples  of  Christ  300* 

Eternal  Excellence  36 

Ere  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad  129 

Exalted  Prince  of  Life,  we  own  117 

Fai  i  h  ; — 'tis  a  precious  grace  175 

Father,  behold  us  here  182 


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Pather,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  161 

Father  of  all,  whose  powerful  voice  323 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace  188 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word  14, 

Father  of  our  feeble  race  312 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  14 

From  heaven  the  loud,  the  angelic  song  began  213 

From  precept  and  demand  152 

From  thy  bless'd  body,  radiant  light  246 

Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  above  45 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  159 

Glory  to  God  on  high  186 

Glory  unto  Jesus  be  95 

Glorious  Jesus,  glorious  Jesus  331 

God  is  gone  up,  our  Lord  and  King  110 

God  is  our  Refuge  in  distress  269 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  239 

Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet  287 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound  212 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring  198 

Great  God  of  heaven,  it  cannot  be  290 

Great  God,  thy  pow'r  and  wisdom  shine  195 

Great  God,  we  give  thee  praise  235 

Great  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping  301 

Had  I  ten  thousand  gifts  beside  127 

Hail,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  178 

Hail,  happy  day,  the  type  of  rest  225 

Hail,  high,  exalted,  righteous  Man  130 

Hail  Jesus,  perfect  God  and  Man  90 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise  113 

Hail,  thou  once-despised  Jesus  304 

Hark,  for  'tis  God's  own  Son  that  calls  134 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing-  71 

Hark,  'tis  the  Saviour  of  mankind  81 

Hark,  what  distant  music  melts  upon  the  ear  341 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes  61 

Heavenly  Father,  here  we  bless  thee  212 

He  comes,  Jehovah  comes  to  bless  217 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  98 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  121 

Here  shall  no  trouble  or  dismay  154 

Holy  wonder,  heavenly  grace  135 

Hosanna  to  our  cont[u'ring  King  296- 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light  108 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son    *"  2S1 


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How  beauteous  are  their  feet  28S 

How  charming  the  subject  I  sing  227 

How  charmingly  sounds  185 

How  glorious  the  L;imb  180 

How  great  are  thy  works,  thou  Power  Divine  344 

H>\v  large  the  promise,  how  divine  189 

How  powerful  is  the  glorious  word  184? 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine  15 

How  rich  the  love,  my  Lord,  my  God  144 

How  shall  we  praise  thy  deur-lov'd  name  221 

How  shall  our  feeble  lips  proclaim  144 

How  strange  the  tidings,  how  profound  68 

How  sweetly  along-  the  gay  mead  285 

I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  Way  159 

I  come,  the  great  Redeemer  cries  47 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  200 

Imnu.nucl  is  God  with  me  134 

Immortal  Fountain  of  my  life  250 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine  33 

In  Jesus  who  was  crucified  107 

In  memory  of  our  dying  Lord  195 

In  mine  own  flesh  I  see  162 

In  yon  blest  world  above  229 

Israel  in  ancient  days  16 

Jehovah  Jesus  is  my  Lord  235 

Jehovah  lives,  and  be  his  name  M9 

Jehovah  reigns,  let  every  nation  hear  215 

Jehovah  stretch'd  the  heavens  abroad  255 

Jerusalem,  thou  church  divine  263 

Jesus  all  hail,  thou  linen  Saviour  hall  342 

Jesus,  and  him  crucified  93 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day  272 

Jesus,  commission'd  from  above  44 

Jesus,  he  is  the  Vine  most  true  335 

Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  83 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming-  name  177 

Jesus,  knit  all  our  hearts  to  thee  305 

Jesus,  Master,  in  thine  hand  146 

Jesus'  mercy  let  us  sing                                             '  268 

Jesus  only  will  we  sing  331 

Jesus,  our  God  of  truth  and  love  275 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun  40 

Jesus,  th'  eternal  Son  of  God  313 

Jesus,  the  Father's  richest  grace  15S 

Jesus,  the  Grace  reveal'd  157 

Jesus,  thou  highest,  loveliest  name  118 

Jesus,  thou  Sun  of  love  divine  220 


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Jesus,  thou  Sun  of  rigbteousn  ss  55 

Jesus,  thy  beauties  I  explore  84 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness  50 

Jesus,  thy  name  we  praise  317 

Jesus,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes  194 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  power  289 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  75 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  202 

Let  all  the  nations  of  the  earth  '    72 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree  197 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  197 

Let  us  our  hearts  and  voices  raise  101 

Lo,  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  206 

Long  have  the  infernal  band  219 

Lord,  every  knee  to  thee  shall  bow  19 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  304 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  256 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high  113 

Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first  22 

Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound  124 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  140 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  view  278 

Me  thinks  I  see  an  heavenly  host  314 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee  181 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join  66 

Mortals  behold  the  dying  love  193 

Mortals,  behold  your  dying  God  48 

Most  precious  in  our  Saviour's  sight  192 

My  God,  mine  everlasting  hope  286 

My  dearest  Lamb,  who  bear'st  my  grief  321 

My  dear  Master,  Jesus  Christ  94 

My  life's  a  shade,  my  days  254 

My  Redeemer,  let  me  be  151 

My  song  shall  be  of  him  who  died  89 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  277 

Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  shall  sing  292 

No  more,  dear  Saviour,  will  I  boast  97 

No  sigh,  no  murmur,  the  wide  world  shall  hear  344 

Not  unto  us,  but  thee  alone  120 

Now  are  we  sons  of  God  126 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme  12 

Now  blessing,  honour,  glory,  praise  222 

Now  doth  the  truth  appear  325 

N'»w  in  the  face  of  Jesus,  we  140 

Now  let  our  voiced  join  176 

Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strain*  116 


Now  shall  our  souls  with  pleasure  raise  200 

Now  shall  our  tongues  with  rapture  tell  128 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise  2(Jl 

Now  to  our  God  a  song  of  praise  -51 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  136 

Now  we  are  met,  from  difPrent  parts  236 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  279 

O  Christ,  O  love  divine  54 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring-  168 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  115 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  25 

O  God,  my  Sun,  thy  blissful  rays  173 

O  holy  Immanuel,  thy  myst'ry  divine  38 

O  Lamb,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  King  87 

Old  hoary  winter  now  has  ceas'd  his  raging  306 

O  love,  what  a  secret  to  mortals  thou  art  165 

O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss  298 

O,  my  distrustful  heart  169 

Once  more  do  we  enjoy  the  sign  240 

One  God  there  is,  which  God  is  ours  338 

On  Zion  his  most  holy  mount  123 

O  praise  the  Lord,  ye  nations  praise  266 

O  sight  of  anguish,  view  it  near  74- 

O  thou  lov'd  sov'reign  of  my  breast  332 

O  thou  in  whom  the  Gentiles  trusc  59 

O  thou  who  didst  thy  glory  leave  156 

Our  confidence  and  hope,  O  Lord  244 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands  303 

Our  glorious  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  102 

Our  heav'nly  Father  calls  196 

Our  Jesus  is  both  God  and  man  243 

Our  Jesus  is  divinely  kind  259 

Our  Lord  is  ris'n  from  the  dead  111 

Our  Shepherd  alone  122 

Poor,  weak  and  worthless  though  I  am  37 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  348 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above  199 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator  209 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  adore  his  name  253 

Precious  Bible,  what  a  treasure  302 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs  299 

Rejoice  evermore,  with  angels  above  307 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  141 

Rise,  every  heart  and  every  tongue  226 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  206 

Sages  of  ancient  letter'd  times  147 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh  277 
li 


386 

in  is  from  God  alone  266 

Solvation,  O  the  joyful  sound  166 

Salvation,  O  the  thought  234 

Salvation  through  our  dying-  God  167 

Saviour  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love  82 

Sec  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand  188 

See,  my  soul,  with  wonder  see  76 

See,  O  my  soul,  on  Calvary  332 

See,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  see  65 

See  what  a  living  stone  280 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns  39 

Sing  ti:e  triumphs  of  your  conqu'ring  21 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  247 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  208 

So  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears  84 

Sons  of  Adam,  why  despair  217 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far  80 

Soon  will  appear  a  brighter  sky  273 

Streteh'd  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies  96 

Sure  thy  name  is  Wonderful  64 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace  282 

The  bible  is  justly  esteem'd  17 

The  builder,  whom  true  wisdom  sways  31 

Th'  Eternal  speaks  :  all  heav'n  attends  160 

The  Father's  great  decree  150 

The  Father's  love  to  man  so  free  33 

The  gracious  Saviour  bow'd  his  head  251 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  207 

The  joyful,  happy  day  appears  252 

The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face  30 

The  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay  63 

The  lofty  pillars  of  the  sky  260 

The  Lord  descended  from  above  308 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  68 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare  152 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  262 

The  Lord  our  God  is  high  257 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  lie  reigns  on  high  279 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  54 

The  man  who  works  not,  bat  believes  139 

The  morning  dawns  ;  celestial  light  218 

The  promise  was  divinely  free  297 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  295 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood  37 

Saviour  calls,  let  ev'ry  ear  309 

lorious  minds  how  bright  thej  shine  282 


387 

=  Vast 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears  62 

IV  unutterable  Word  thou  art  158 

lory's  won  28 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds  284 

The  way  of  safety's  found  336 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  51 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore  343 

This  is  the  fast  that  1  will  choose  7j 

This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  29q 

Thou  art  the  mighty  King  of  kings  26s 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  28g 

Thou  God  of  mercy,  loving,  kind  225 

Though  mothers  kind,  forgetful  prove  42 

Thou  great,  all-knowing,  present  God  24i 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life  267 

Thus  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies  9l 

Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spake  118 

Thus  we  commemorate  the  day  193 

Toy  name  we  extol,  Jehovah  our  King  258 

Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design  ll 

Tis  by  tin  strength  the  mountains  stand  274 

'Tis  finish'd,  cry'd  the  Lamb  of  God  I69 

'Tis  finish'd,  loud  the  echo  sounds  9l 

'Tis  finisflr,  so  the  Saviour  cry'd  I67 

'Tis  finish'd,  the  Redeemer  said  166 

'  Tis  good  to  praise  Jehovah's  name  26l 

'Tis  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays  132 

'lis  not  the  law  often  commands  60 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  348 

To  Josus,  lifted  up  on  high  326 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God  18 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  60 

To  sing  Immanuel's  grace  divine  171 

To  thee,  Jehovah  Lord  alone  232 

Truest  Lover  of  thy  people  315 

'Twas  ever  in  Jehovah's  heart  209 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  345 

We  celebrate  the  praise  to-day  71 

Welcome,  sweet  dav  of  rest  297 

We  now  arise,  the  light  is  come  143 

We  now  with  gladness  tell  170 

We're  helpless,  feeble,  mean  and  poor  271 

We  the  joyful  sound  have  heard    *  185 

What  blessings  below  we  daily  receive  223 

What  blessings  in  the  Lamb  abound  127 


388 

=  Fage 

What*  condescending1  grace  and  love  67 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  86 

What  glories  surrounding  my  Saviour  I  see  26 

What  grace  and  love  divine  96 

What  joy  or  honour  could  we  have  337 

What  saving  pow'r,  what  grace  divine  131 

What  wonders  hath  Jehovah  wrought  242 

When  all  mankind  corrupt  93 

When  all  the  virtues  of  the  wood  56 

When  by  the  tempter's  wiles  betray'd  19 

When  elements  and  time  will  fade  57 

When  favour'd  John  beheld  145 

When  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace  42 

When  God  our  Father's  pleas'd  49 

When  God  would  manifest  his  grace  34 

When  God  would  prove  his  love  65 

When  I  behold  my  bleeding  God  172 

When  Israel's  grieving  tribes  complain'd  25 

When  I  survey  this  world  233 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey  109 

When  Jesus  shed  compassion's  tear  222 

While  in  this  wilderness  264 

While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night  70 
Whilst  I  celestial  themes  pursue                                 ^,         311 

Whilst  we  are  marching  through  50 

Why  sinks  my  weak,  desponding  mind  174 

Why  should  we  complain  whatever  our  state  270 

With  bruises  Christ  was  dress'd  27 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  149 

With  solemn  shout  we  sing  thy  praise  191 

With  thankfulness  1  sing  the  Man  339 

Wonderful,  thy  name  we  call  58 

Wond'rous  voice  that  cries  with  pow'r  322 

Worthy  is  Christ,  our  Paschal  Lamb  92 

Ye  angels  that  surround  the  throne  2S8 

Ye  children  of  my  God  155 

Ye  children  of  the  living  God  271 

Ye  humble  saints,  proclaim  abroad  20 

Ye  mortals  wake  your  tuneful  powers  342 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  228 

Ye  scarlet-colour'd  sinners  come  79 

Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record  185 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  100 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  210 

Yonder,  amazing  sight,  I  see  99 

Young  men  and  maidens  raise  313 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints  179 


